Sirens blare in my head. Realizing this is not a drill, I jump out of bed and dash to the closest bomb shelter. Within seconds, the room fills with American, Canadian and Israeli students, all here in fear for their lives. Boom one, that was close...boom two, that was closer...wait for it...boom three. We wait to hear the booms because, ironically, that's the most calming sound. That's when we know that the bombs have landed and we are momentarily safe.
I refuse to be afraid, for that is the terrorists' goal. But I cannot deny that every time that siren goes off, my heart drops. This happens not only with the air-raid siren, but also with any remotely similar sound; we all jump. Sometimes we hear the screaming sirens from the cities around us. After making sure the sound is not ours, we go outside to watch and see if Iron Dome will catch the rockets this time. It boggles my mind how crazy this situation is. America would never allow this to happen at its borders. Imagine if Mexico were bombing San Diego! The writer, 18, is spending the year at Yeshivat Kerem B'Yavneh in Israel, about 25 miles north of Gaza.
This story is so consistent with my research for "Rebirth" it didn't surprise me; But it still saddened me.
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