I was most afraid from the moment we hooked up with the Red Cross.
A huge mob attacked the vehicle, banging on the doors, and hurling rocks.
The entire length of the journey, mobs gathered — and who knew what they'd do?
(And Yaffa isn't enjoying complete freedom yet. She still cannot sleep at night, even with sleeping pills. May Hashem please help her and all other sufferers of PTSD to recover completely.)
Of course, according to the liberal worldview, the poor pitiable Palestinians had no choice but to attack the Red Cross vehicle with elderly captives and children inside.
For more on Gaza's "innocent civilians," please click here:
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Let's end with Yaffa's words of emunah:
When we transferred into Israeli hands, we said "Blessed be the Creator. Thank God we are home."