"Missiles are landing not far from us. Every moment is a miracle." This is a must read. Even if you are not religious, or not Jewish, you will be deeply moved. (hat tip yaacov)
Eight years of never-ending mortar attacks. Eight years of air-raid sirens. Eight years of destroyed streets and homes. Eight years of fear. An entire generation of children in the south born into this; all they know is a life of "red alerts" and bomb shelters. "Color Red" is the slogan over the PA system that warns you you've got 15 seconds to run to shelter. And in the midst of this "routine," people try to lead normal lives. Eight years of Israelis in the south feeling abandoned. Maybe we'll finally be able to change things.
"For how long?"
"Don't know, but bring enough equipment for at least a month." At 5 AM, the bus to the unit picks me up. As we head down south I think, "What's going to happen tomorrow morning? Who will look after my family? What will be with my students?"
Suddenly, all the little everyday things seem less important. We reach the base, sign for the equipment, and I quickly find myself on the way to the border leading to Gaza.
Missiles are landing not far from us. Every moment is a miracle.
Along the way, we already see signs of war. The roads are full of soldiers and tanks on their way into Gaza. In all the noise and confusion, we can't tell whether the artillery and the missiles are ours or the enemy's. Missiles are landing not far from us. Every moment is a miracle.