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(Yaffa)
I am sleeping.
I dream that a terrorist is chasing me with a long knife, trying to kill me.
I escape.
I awaken, sweating, my heartbeat is racing. My heart won’t stop racing.
I go to work…
Jun 22, 2009
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A Grad Rocket Fell Next To My House
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(Sapir)
On Monday, Dec. 29th, at about 11:35pm, a Grad rocket fell next to my house.
My story starts with the fact that I really didn’t expect or think that they’d want to or manage to reach my town. That same day I even laughed about it and said, “What if they aim a Qassam here? It will take one look at this city and go back to Gaza!” Without any warning siren, the missile exploded next to us…
Jan 13, 2009
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(B.A.B.)
was volunteering with Magen David Adom at the time. I was a young shift manager – not even 18 years old, but sufficiently motivated to do anything.
It was a Friday, we were at home, tidying up and getting ready for Shabbat. Suddenly the windows rattled, there was a huge explosion – a very loud noise that shook our house.
And then the silence… long, endless, as though in a single instant it had swallowed up all the oxygen, all of existence and life…
Dec 2, 2008
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When Ora (a terror victim) Met Dina (a volunteer with the NATAL home visit project)
“In my painful silences and in my moments of sadness, in the aches that my body spoke and expressed – you, with your listening, your patience and your tolerance, gently asked and inquired whether you could help. I sensed and felt how much you were with me during the time that we had, and beyond. You have the power to reach a person’s soul, and every time I discovered this anew – how you were able to see my inner “me” while I could not see it, while I told you about all of my life’s sad experiences and about long periods of suffering…
Dec 14 2007 |
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The Experience of Bereavement
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(Pnina – lost her mother and eldest daughter in a terrorist attack in Jerusalem )
Bereavement is an experience of loneliness. Great loneliness.
One has to avoid using too many words with people, because the feeling is a burden on the listener. A person who hasn’t experienced loss can never step into the shoes of a bereaved person, for whom one day follows another, with no relief for his pain. Time, unfortunately, does not heal. It only teaches one to live with the pain. The memories shoot through you, the loss is as acute as it was on the first day, and it rises up again at events, at festivals, experiences, ceremonies, at parties, and even in the middle of mundane routine….
Oct 28, 2008
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2 years after the second lebanon war: a moving testimony of a reserve officer who served there
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My name is Guy, I’m a lieutenant in the reserves.
I began the war as a sergeant major and ended it as lieutenant after I was forced to replace my platoon commander, Yossi, who was seriously wounded during the war. Yossi has been my friend since the beginning, since the days of our compulsory service. We’ve been through everything together… From basic training through the disengagement. Then came July 12, 2006…
Jul 10, 2008
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Just an ordinary day on a kibbutz near the Gaza Strip
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(Yam)
Today, on a clear, beautiful day, a Qassam fell on our little kibbutz.
The last time a Qassam fell on the kibbutz, it fell only three houses from mine but this time it fell farther away. The Qassam hit a house directly, there were no injuries, behind the synagogue….
May 25, 2008
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The Story of a Mother and Teacher in Sderot
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(Shoshi)
When my youngest son was only a few months old, I learned to take a shower in only seconds. He cried more than a little and I always heard a baby crying, even when he was sleeping in his crib. Today, no matter where I am, if I am away from the children, if they are out of sight, I hear the alarm. Always.
Jan 12, 2008
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My Lebanon – A Story of Waking Up
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In the winter of 1996, I served in Lebanon as a tank commander at the Aiyash Outpost. While I was there, nine of my comrades were killed. The memories of that winter follow me everywhere.
On the day I was discharged from the IDF, Amit, the tank commander to whom I left most of my military equipment, including my bed, was killed in automobile accident. Less than two months later, another officer who I knew well from company I commanded was killed.
Oct 12, 2007
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Was it or wasn’t it: thoughts regarding the second Lebanon war
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(Dr. Yigal Ben Haim)
Actually, it was only one year ago. Yes, that cursed summer happened here, in Haifa and the North. There was a war, Katyusha rockets feel every day. Haifa became a ghost town. Refugees fled their homes and returned again. As a therapist, I continued to work “as usual” in the Surgical Department of Rambam Medical Center, but now it was filled with wounded soldiers who looked just like children, like high school students, when their worried families gathered around them.
Jul 9, 2007
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