"Come here!!!! I want to FFFFFUCK you!". I was flattered, and for a moment, I even blushed.. But as appealing as the offer was, I refused. Saying no was itself a gamble. Two guns were pointed at each of our heads. With our hands still up, we started backing out of the situation.. And with every step they took forward, we took two back. We weren't going to be caught by these guys. That was the only thing we knew for sure..
We were almost to the end of the street, and had decided which way we would run when a streak of person came running out of an alleyway, closer to the soldiers than to us. He froze. The Brit was our team cameraman, and had gone to the bathroom just before the situation began. In his rush to get back, he found himself the new target of all the guns. It is more luck than anything that I do not sit here writing his obituary..
"YOU!! Come here!" Started the same soldier.. the one with the beautiful come-on lines.. Him and his team almost rushed the cameraman while we urged him to back away. The soldier turned his attention to us briefly: "See?? Now I'm going to FFFFFUCK him!" I wondered if he knew that the Brit wouldn't just pull his pants down for just anybody..
Cameras are how I know that the Israeli Army is wrong. Cameras are like a vampire's garlic to those who do wrong.. And as our new friend approached, I raised my camera, and popped off the lens cap.
"I'm going to FFFFFUCK you!! Turn it OFFFFF!" I just hoped he wouldn't figure out that it had run out of batteries weeks ago, and I never bothered recharging it. While our garlic-camera held the Vampire-soldier in place, the Brit made his escape, slowly backing out of the situation. When we were sufficiently far away, we ran. And as we ran, our friend ran behind us for a few steps and then raised his gun in rage and screamed after us "I WILL FFFFFFUCK ALL OF YOU!!!" I bet he will..
tarek