"On this day, 20 years ago, was the last time I set foot in the Yad Yair post. Even though 20 years have passed since I left, the Yad Yair post has not left me. After several months of operational activity, a battle began while I was showering, and I found myself going in moments from showering to fighting a gun battle. That day when the gunfire began it was a little different, the shooting was closer and the bullets felt like they were whistling in from all directions. The perimeter gate was taking heavy fire, and in order to go out and capture or kill the terrorist, my commander asked me to light up the sky with a flare. The gunfire hit the power grid and suddenly we were in complete darkness. I remember the darkness and the smell of the gunpowder, everyone was shooting everywhere. We managed to charge forward towards the sources of the gunfire and left the post.
On the road in front of us, we could constantly see the impact of the gunfire on the floor. And I knew that in a moment we would receive a "go ahead and charge" order and that in one more second I would run into the gunfire. It was the first time I'd attacked terrorists who were shooting back at me. I wasn't alone, but we were outnumbered, forcing us to go back and forth between the post, to continue fighting from there. So we found ourselves crossing the road back and forth, under heavy fire.
This event was so intense. I remember everything I felt. I remember every single moment, every breath. I remember the sound of the bullets passing by and whistling past my head. I remember myself as focused as I have ever been in my life.
I haven't been to Yad Yair again since then, but Yad Yair has stayed with me and will probably remain with me for the rest of my life."