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Nine days ago Abdullah Hussein killed my grandmother and my four-year-old niece Ifat. Tonight I got some revenge. Hussein was a suicide bomber from Jenin. He blew himself up at a bus stop, killing seven and wounding twenty. One of those wounded was my aunt Geula, who lost an arm and both legs below the knee. I felt deep sorrow, of course, but also anger, especially after CNN interviewed members of Hussein's family. His mother called him a martyr, his father said he was very proud. Of course their family will get $25 thousand from Saddam Hussein, plus another bonus from the Saudi government. What does my aunt Geula get, who lost her mother and her baby daughter? My name is Rachel. I'm 21 years old, I've served in the IDF and now work in a boutique in Haifa. I met Natalie in the IDF, she is a few years older and is a nurse. Natalie contacted me a few days ago, to see if I was interested in avenging the attacks on my family. I immediately said yes. Natalie picked me up about 3 pm this afternoon. Another girl, Zora, was driving the microbus. We went to a house where Natalie and Zora told me the plan. The fourth girl on our team, Anat, was watching the house of Abdullah Hussein's cousins. Hussein's younger brother also lived there. Anat called Zora every half hour or so, to give updates about our targets. Natalie's team was well-prepared; this was not their first time for this kind of operation. They had Uzis and automatic pistols, and also Tasers. I know about guns, but had never used a Taser, so Natalie showed me how they work. About 10 pm we reached the vicinity of our target and parked about 200 meters away. I had studied a street map of the area, so knew different routes of escape if things went bad. We were all dressed in black jumpsuits and wore black caps, black scarves to hide our faces, and gloves. I hid across an alley with Zora and Anat, as Natalie went to the doorway of the house. I don't know what she said, something in Arabic, but the person inside opened the door wide open and Natalie zapped him with a Taser. The other three of us rushed the door at the same time, Tasers at the ready, and soon had all the occupants of the house incapacitated. There were eight people in the house: a woman, two children, and five young men. We tied and gagged the woman and children and put them in a separate room. And we tied and gagged the five young men while they were dazed. I watched the door, with my Uzi ready. The others stripped the five boys -- now that my eyes had adjusted to the light, I could tell they were no more than 20 at the oldest. I was impressed with the efficiency of my teammates: how quickly the boys' shirts and trousers were cut off, how securely their wrists were tied behind their backs, and gags put in their mouths. Within five minutes from the time Natalie had knocked on the door, all five boys were securely under our control, and none had been able to raise the alarm. Zora went through their pockets, looking for identification cards. She was able to ID the brother and two cousins of Abdullah Hussein. The other two were apparently friends ("In the wrong place at the wrong time, hanging with the wrong crowd"). One by one, Anat held each semi-conscious boy down while Natalie used plastic cable ties to isolate each boys' testicles inside their scrotums. Natalie was not at all gentle; she just grabbed their nuts and pulled, stretching the skin and the cords inside. Then she wrapped the cable ties around the scrotums, and pulled as tight as she could. Each boy struggled with more intensity when she did that, and a couple had to be zapped again with the Taser. But we wanted them conscious when they were cut. Finally all five boys were prepared. Zora took my place at the door, I took off my leather gloves. Underneath I was wearing latex gloves. I had a razor-sharp knife ready, with a curved four-inch blade. Natalie was the nurse, but this was my revenge, so she had taught me what to do and was there to talk me through each castration. I did Abdullah's brother first. He was 16, four years younger than his murderous brother. I grabbed his scrotum and pulled down on it, hard. The boy struggled, but Anat and Natalie helped to hold him still. Natalie showed me where to start the first slice and how deep. It went so easy, I was actually surprised when one testicle popped out and was just hanging there. Natalie told me to leave it, to go ahead and cut out the other one, which I did. Then she had me take both hanging testicles together and with one slash of the knife I cut the cords, completing my first castration. The whole thing barely took a minute. I went down the line, from each boy to the next. My gloves were covered with blood, so I had to grip each sac very firmly so it would not slip out of my hand. Natalie talked me through each castration: "Cut the sac, use your thumb to pop the testicle out through the opening, cut the cord, now the other side." With one girl sitting on their legs, the other on their chests, the struggles of each boy were futile. I castrated the lot of them. Natalie told me later that I had been talking to each boy as I castrated him. I didn't remember a thing about it. She said I taunted them about going to Paradise, how there would never be any 72 virgins waiting for them if they decided to become martyrs. Instead the virgins would laugh at them and make fun of them as nutless enunuchs. We got out of there in a hurry, but not before leaving behind a note. The note said that in the future, if there were any more suicide bombings, we would go after all the surviving male members of the bomber's family. We would take their nuts so no one in the family could sire another generation of terrorists. I thought we were through for the night, but Zora drove to a side-street in a nearby suburb. An older boy, believed to be the one who instilled the spirit of jihad and martyrdom in Abdullah Hussein's mind, was just getting off work at a machine shop. Maybe the machine shop made weapons, maybe it didn't. That is not why we were there. But we took that boy right there in the street: zapped him with the Taser, drug him into a dark doorway, yanked down his trousers, and tied off his nuts. Natalie cut that one, to save time, so we could escape before anyone came along. Anyway, I'm back at home now, in my own bed, safe and sound. But I can't sleep, I'm still too revved up by what I've done. Also, Natalie told me we were not the only crew out castrating terrorist sympathizers tonight. There were teams in Nablus and Ramallah, Tulkarim and Kalkilya. We will wait a few days, then strike again, and keep striking until the suicide bombings end. If the terrorists don't get the message, we will keep taking the nuts from every Palestinian man and boy in the Territories, until they stop the Intifada. If they don't mind dying for their cause, let's see how they like being castrated.
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