“Go! Go!” Jacob yelled, pushing his teenage daughter ahead of him into the bomb shelter. “Hurry! Don’t look back!”
Others were pressing in behind him, and he scowled back at them angrily, even though some of them were his own neighbors. He could hear the crying of babies and children in the dim light.
A few moments later, everyone was safely inside. When the doors closed, everyone suddenly became quiet, listening carefully for any sounds outside. Like many others in the bomb shelter, Jacob was afraid, but he was also angry.
His country of Israel had shown herself to be weak for too many years, and this was where it had gotten them. Her people were sick of the rocket and mortar attacks that continued to go unanswered. They were sick of trying to make peace with those who wanted no peace.
He looked over at his wife, who was holding their daughter Ruth, and both had tears in their eyes. He tried to reassure them that everything would be okay and apologized to Ruth for his rudeness earlier. They had only been forced to go into the shelter once before during a long series of terrorist attacks, but this time was much different – much more frightening. Much more deadly.
He closed his eyes and thought about how his nation had gotten into this mess.