OMG, the tanks are now advancing toward us from the direction of the Sabra neighborhood. The sound of their tracks grows heavier and more unbearable with each second. Every explosion shakes the ground as if it’s splitting beneath our feet. Shells are falling nonstop, and fires are consuming homes one by one. Smoke is choking the air, visibility is blurred, and all we can hear is the roar of the tanks getting closer. We don’t know where to hide or where to run. We're huddled together, trembling in silence, as if waiting for the end. These are the most terrifying moments of our lives. If we die… let your words be prayers for us.
Mike