The people who visit my site know that I mostly write about Love, my love to beer. And now, almost a week, I can’t write a word about beer. Because there’s a war come to my home…

It came early Saturday morning, when the whole country was celebrating the last day of the holiday of Sukkot. Thousands of terrorists broke the border line and entered to villages and began killing ALL the people, old people and infants. They cut off children’s heads, burned people, and took who they could as hostages. At the same time, at 6:30 a.m., THOUSANDS of rockets rained down on Israel.

What was going on in these border settlements, a civilized person simply cannot imagine, it was not a war, but a real massacre. There was a music festival not far from these places. That memorable Saturday morning, the terrorists surrounded the place and began to methodically shoot unarmed teenagers. Only a few survived…

The cities of Israel, and especially my beloved Ashkelon, are constantly bombarded by rockets on a daily basis. Both at home and at work, the news channels are constantly on. In the past, in case of emergency mobilization, reservists were sent צו 8 (the order to immediately arrive at the place of military service). Now my son and daughter have received 9 צו, which means that in my house is not a training, but a real WAR.

We were seen pictures of the massacre in Africa, in Bucha. We were thinking what a terrible thing they were doing! And now it’s happening in my home. And I’m afraid! Not of death, not of rockets. I’m afraid that it won’t be like the previous times, when our government stopped halfway, without completely destroying this evil. That’s what I’m most afraid of!