As I have mentioned before, some of the most impassioned voices against the occupation are Israeli. Here is another one:

Aron's Israel Peace Weblog

Aron has written numerous pieces from the perspective of the soldier in the occupied territories. A different and valuable perspective. His weblog will be in my blogroll. Many thanks to A.Q. Jensen at American Samizdat. I would thank you personally A.Q., but I don't have your e-mail.

The City of the Dead, Part 1
by Aron Trauring

It was mid-April of 1990, right after Passover. Yitzhak Shamir was the Prime Minister of Israel. The national unity government had just collapsed, and Shamir led a narrow right-wing government. Moshe Arens was the new/old defense minister. Our unit got its annual call. This time - 30 days in Hebron. We had been there once before for a brief stint of 10 days, actually more in the outskirts. That first tour of duty is blurry in my mind. I can't really remember what happened. But these 30 days - they are forever burned on to my heart and mind.

We got to our new "living quarters." A half finished building on the road leading out of Hebron to the Kiryat Arba settlement. 30 of us were stuffed into a large room, which also served as the radio control room, the kitchen, the commons. Our toilet consisted of a hole in the ground in the basement. Our shower was a plastic pipe that ran from a faucet outside down into the basement. We used this same pipe to flush down the "toilet". You had to be careful how you pointed that tube, or you would get splattered with crap. Sleep was almost impossible. The close quarters, the dangers of our duties, the constant noise - all this led to many arguments among our usually close knit group. Everybody got on everybody's nerves.
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This FAQ has many insights into the power of the military in Israel. It's unsettling, to say the least.

IDF Refuse-nicks — Frequently Asked Questions (PDF)
by Aron Trauring

The shuttered houses on Holy Days
By Amira Hass

The one and only meaning to the creation of "territorial contiguity" from Kiryat Arba to the Tomb of the Patriarchs, is expulsion. The expulsion of thousands more Palestinian residents of Hebron, people who were unlucky enough to find that their homes, shops and gardens are in the area meant for "contiguity." The IDF will protect the Jewish construction and dozens if not hundreds of Israelis - contractors, engineers, architects, carpenters - will join the work, and police will protect them. Thousands of Israelis will thus become active partners in the expulsion. They'll go home every night to their worried families in Jerusalem and Kfar Sava. If one of them is killed in a Palestinian ambush, the response will be even more "territorial contiguity." (...)

Are those Jewish zealots and their lobbyists really the heirs of the Jewish Diaspora? From inside Hebron they actually appear to be of a different heritage, scions of nationalist, anti-Semitic movements who sent pogromchiks at the head of mobs who spread fear and were full of greed for the Jewish homes, to gradually implement the plan of "cleansing the homeland of its kikes." Hebron, on Shabbat, was reminiscent of ancestral tales from Sochba, a town in northeast Romania, where on Holy Sundays, the Jews would shutter themselves up in their homes.
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thanks to Aron's Israel Peace Weblog

Amira should know. She is refering to her Romanian parents who were Holocaust survivors. This is a quote from her book
Drinking the Sea at Gaza: Days and Nights in a Land Under Seige

These narratives were my parents' legacy — a history of resisting injustice, speaking out, and fighting back. But of all their memories that had become my own, one stood out beyond the others. On a summer day in 1944, my mother was herded from a cattle car along with the rest of its human cargo, which had been transported from Belgrade to the concentration camp at Bergen-Belsen. She saw a group of German women, some on foot, some on bicycles, slow down as the strange procession went by and watch with indifferent curiosity on their faces. For me, these women became a loathsome symbol of watching from the sidelines, and at an early age I decided that my place was not with the bystanders.

Thank you to all the Jews and Israelis that are speaking out.