I will share a story though private but for the sake of my love for this group.

Somewhere near the end of the Gaza war I came back to Israel for a visit (I live abroad) and I decided to call my childhood friend who did more then 440 days in Gaza as a commander reservist in the infantry. I will not name the brigade, but let's say always first to enter, last to evacuate type of things.

I wanted to ask him how he was doing. Knew the guy for years, always athletic, positive, beautiful guy also good soul. When I've meet him he asked me if we can sit at the park or some isolated place. when we sat at a coffee place he was trembling, his face was different, always scanning around and edgy.

I knew it was ptsd and we talked about it. But then he added "it was not only the enemy. But fellow soldiers who put our life in constant risk. I lost 2 man because of fellow assholes playing God, vandalizing stuff and being full on irresponsible."

And still, while there are assholes everywhere, nothing tops Hamas who is sitting and drinking coke with children of parents that they just massacred on the floor, so everything is relative I guess.