I was raised Jewish and I place a strong emphasis on my Hebrew heritage. It's not that I'm a religous man, but those bonds are my blood. If you were raised Jewish like me, you know that the emphasis is more on morality, tradition, and antiquity.

Israel is a place my family always made a point to visit. Around age 13, after the Bar Mitzvah or Bat Mitzvah, the teenager was encouraged to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. To breathe the air. To touch the Western Wall. But more than that, my family wanted me to see the land promised to the Hebrews in Torah, or Old Testament.

By the time I was old enough to make this journey, the violence had erupted fresh and anew. My grandparents were there in the early 80's I believe. A battle broke out down the street. Gunfire, explosions, death, horror. My grandparents, the sweetest people ever known to mankind, caught right in the action. Thank what had to be God that they weren't killed, either by a stray bullet or terrorist action. If that was the case, I do not believe I would be as strong or dedicated as I am today.

After I joined the American military, I was sure I made a mistake. I went to my Lay Leader and begged her to find a way for me to transfer to the IDF (Israeli Defense Force). They are reputed to be one of the toughest militaries on Earth. I went to services on Sunday with two Israeli citizens that had come to America and joined the US Army, for whatever reason. They were Counter Intelligence Agents. They told me stories of their relatives, and things about Israel. God, how bad I wanted to go. You see, every registered Jewish person has automatic citizenship in Israel. How bad I wanted out, whatever the consequence. Needless to say, it did not work out like that, and I've never seen those 2 again.

As I was home before I left for training, I began this battle with myself about moving to Israel for the military. As I watched the news, live pictures from the club and bus bombings in August of 2003 came on. I watched as paramedics came running by with a stretcher. They had a little girl on it. She had cute little black shoes with ribbons, and a frilly little white dress stained red with blood. Her face was covered. I prayed it was by blood, not because there was nothing left. I cried. At that moment, I wanted genocide. I wanted to murder anyone that was envolved then murder their families. I sit now and recall my reaction. How I tingled with bloodlust. I was on fire. I still wonder everyday what it would have been like to follow my dreams.

Now, Israel is being called a terrorist nation, and so is America. Everything I know, everything that I embody is attacked daily, called evil. I'm an American Jewish Soldier, and that combination adds up to be, probably, the most hated combination on Earth, as it stands right now. How can I be so wrong, when I feel so right? How can I be so evil, when I religiously believe that I am contributing to a higher good. How can the venom and bile, to coin a phrase, of someone else's pointed hatred towards me make me question the validity of my entire existence? And in the end, I feel resolve. But if everyone in an argument knows they are right, when there is no factual answer, then who can say they are right? The side with more passion? The side with more people?

How can I question my country when I am sworn to defend its decisions. It isn't that I've been lied to. I know the consequences of my actions. I know that every day I wake up, I face an entire globe of hatred and criticism. We were told recently that a possible Al Qaeda cell is camped near our base and watching our moves in the village outside. Why is my country so evil?

It's Not.

My country isn't evil, people are evil. And I suppose the only true way of telling if something is good or bad, is how many people believe it at the time.

To clear a few points:

I don't mean people on the other side as being evil. I mean the people that abuse politics or the military for personal gain, fraud, and concealment of the truth. That is evil.

I don't deplore killing, it is part of humanity. There will always be war, because there will always be radical variance in the way people think. You cannot abandon battle as an option, although it should be a tentative choice.

By questioning things, I mean, I'm trying to gain perspective. I'm asking, "Am I the one that is wrong?" "Would I think I'm wrong from other angles?" "What is really going on?"