I read something in Haaretz. Israeli soldiers. Real names hidden. Yuval. Maya. Juda. Ran. They talked about what they did in Gaza. One man fired like a madman at figures a drone had spotted. He killed an old man, unarmed, and three teenage boys. Bullets tore through them. Their organs spilled out. A commander spat on the bodies. He screamed: This is what happens to anybody who messes with Israel. A woman called Maya described torture. She urinated on prisoners. Other soldiers laughed. A man called Juda shot a Palestinian at a checkpoint. The man had his hands up. He was surrendering. Juda fired anyway. His superior gave the order. The army record said a terrorist had been killed. Yuval, the man who killed the old man and the boys, told Haaretz something else. My friends called me a hero but I felt like a monster. Two days after speaking to the newspaper he was admitted to a psychiatric ward. I put the article down. Then I remembered the Palestine Papers from 2011. Leaked documents. The...