These are the missiles that are being launched specifically at civilians from underground pits located around 3 or 5 miles from my home in Sderot.
The missiles lined up here were captured by the Israeli navy before making their way from Iran to Gaza, but our security people say that many more of them got past and got into Gaza, and they are being shot at our cities now.
They are much too big for shooting at Sderot, but are shot northward toward Tel Aviv. We are still being fired on with smaller rockets.
This is the scene in northern Gaza, around 2 miles from my house.
Did they do their geometry homework? Not as well as our guys did.
Thankfully these are intercepted most of the time by the Iron Dome defense. As we were running for cover today, my son Moses was amazed to see one of the Iron Dome rockets ascending right over our heads to make an interception. We are very proud of the embedded systems experts who have programmed these intercepting rockets so perfectly.
Today the war got a lot more unnerving with not only the fire from both sides, and the sound of the bombing a mile away, and the smoke everywhere, but we also heard the helicopters hovering loudly overhead, bearing down with their payloads of death, and that became too much for my nerves, while we had to run into the bomb shelter around 30 times in the last three days. Also there is an overpowering intense energy of fatal conflict where both sides are prepared to fight to the death. It is a wild and horrifying energy that hangs in the air there now. Sweating soldiers and men on both sides of the boundary, each hell-bent on stopping the other from doing what each is hell-bent on doing. Tanks are assembling on this side, while in Gaza it is certain that they are preparing millions of booby-traps. I am not being too poetic here. War is hell.
So we are evacuating Sderot, or we could just say, driving away in my beat-up Fiat, and going somewhere quieter.