For me, in my youth, who listened with rapture by the fire about the exploits of Meir Gar Zion, Gadi Manela and Arik Sharon, who walked in high red boots on the stones of Samaria and believed that my machine gun was saving the people of Israel from a new Holocaust, it was a revelation to understand on the ruins of Sataf, that the army defends not the right of Jews to return to the Holy Land from the evil Arabs, but the right of Mrs. Richter to hand over to me a captured Arab house, the rights of the Moroccans of En Karem and Musrara who hate me to seized mansions, the rights of the kibbutzniks of Tsova not to let me pass on the road. The army protects the interests of new landowners who received their lands during the great redistribution of 1948.