This might be a weird "thanks" but: yes! Many of them are genuinely terrified!
Terrified and indoctrinated to be so. And armed to the teeth. It makes for quite a horrific combination!
My one single "most haunting" memory of Palestine does not include anyone being killed or maimed - although I have seen people, including children, be killed and maimed before my own eyes!
My one "most haunting" memory of "first time in Palestine" consists of something "very normal and par for the course" at the time: the realisation that - as we approached those teenage soldiers with their APC, their armoured Jeep and their machine guns that one day - they were so terrified of me (an unarmed, white, British, underweight 20-year-old) that, first, they stuck any and all guns in my face. And once they realised they were not going to die [which they were never going to - we were just trying to pass, all civilians, all unarmed], they decided to "only" beat the one Palestinian in our little group of three to such a pulp that the remaining two of us had to drag him and hold him up for the rest of the way.
But still, and this is the bit that REALLY haunts me: one of those teenage soldiers - I would have been around 20 and blonde and very pretty back then - decided to ask for my number and suggested I go to some party in Tel Aviv with him on the weekend. He had only just a) been terrified at the sight of me, b) determined I was not personally a threat and, c) participated in brutally assaulting someone I was with, a friend!
What really haunts me to this day is: one minute, he was terrified! But the very next: he asked me on a date, having just taken part in the brutal assault against a friend of mine. And - as per what I could tell - he genuinely did not understand that "fuck, no! I will NOT date anyone who beats a friend of mine to a pulp!!!" was a total "deal breaker" for me. He did not even seem to be entertaining the notion that - to me - he might be "one of the baddies", or that his behaviour might read as "vile".
So, yes, they are terrified.
But being terrified is no justification for "being a monster"!
This one genuinely haunts me to this very day! It is not the beating. Not the unwarranted violence!
What still haunts me is that he - ever so casually - assumed I might still go on a date with him. Ever so casually assuming that I did not think less of him, on a personal level, for just having participated in a violent assault on someone I cared about. But the victim was "only" Palestinian. And I would have been young and pretty.
What haunts me is the realisation that he just, very casually, assumed I would care about Palestinians as little as he did, and that him literally brutalising my friend was not going to be a "hard no" in terms of "but: would she date me"?
Yes, he was terrified! And, still, he was a horrible monster!