Oct 11-12, 2023
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04:45 PM
A video that shows you an application that tells you in real-time where missile alarms are coming from Gaza/Lebanon.
If you stop it in the process you will see that next to each place there are small brackets and it is indicated in them a few seconds or one minute – that is how much time you have to reach a protected shelter.
Below that you can see how long ago the alarm was, and as you can see in the video, there are alarms throughout the day, there is no peace here.
05:01 PM
These poor kids, who just wanted to celebrate at the party, didn’t know that within seconds, this hovercraft would start shooting slaughtering them like ducks.
05:17 PM
These next videos are what they - Hammas posted, unedited, or anything.
Needless to say,
Israel left Gaza in 2006 with no intention of returning, I swear to you, it was good for us that our soldiers stopped being killed there, so what exactly did Hamas bother to organize and train for?
Because they were afraid of the entry of the IDF? Absolutely not, because they waited and built for this day when they could start a war against us.
Please remember this, because in the coming days, you will see, on all media channels, images of a bombed-out Gaza, and of war, with all that implies, horrific images.
Don’t forget the massacre they did to us, 1200 dead when almost all of them were civilians, and God knows how many were kidnapped.
It’s one thing to die in a war, it’s a completely different thing to die when you’re being shot while walking the dog, or you went to the grocery store to buy something, or you were just at a party.
05:25 PM
All that you see in this video, happens on Israel soil, not Gaza but Israel.
05:42 PM
I got this video a few hours ago,
But I wasn’t sure that the translation was authentic, so I waited and checked, unfortunately, that is indeed what it said.
Exclusive and shocking documentation from the investigation of one of the Hamas terrorists captured by the IDF.
#Sharethetruth
#Hamasisisis
06:05 PM
Oded Perets Yeriel’s Farewell to Amit David, Rest in Peace:
I received the news in the most beautiful place on Earth, and in an instant, even Heaven seemed to turn into hell.
I called Lemmy, “Ode… find me Amit.” In the days that followed, we left no stone unturned.
People often ask, “What was he to you?” And I ponder, what were you to me, Amit? My child from the boarding school? My brother? The whole of my heart? What were you to me?
Eleven years ago, around this time of year, I took you for ice cream. You were a 12-year-old boy, and I was 21. It was at Beit Vegan Pizza where both of our lives changed forever. That day, you stopped going to bed sad, deciding to remain part of the Carmel and Boyer families.
I, barely knowing how to manage my new role, became an educator and, later that year, your big brother.
Guiding you was the essence of my being. To protect, to heal, to advise, to be a friend. I worried about you, Limi, and the whole family. Amit, I loved you so deeply. I cherished being your big brother. It gave my life meaning.
You had friends who spent more time with me, some of whom resented how much I loved you. To them, I always said, “I love you all.” Those who welcomed me with open arms received all my love, feeling every bit of it.
“Let them try, let me love them too.” Loving you, little brother, was so effortless. What a lesson it was – the beauty of loving and being loved, so simple and pure. Your huge, exaggerated smile, your open heart, your sensitivity… Oh, how sensitive you were!
You were my right hand.
I could send you to help those in need, to maintain order, to lead, to set an example.
To embark on projects no one else had the strength for because I knew others would follow your lead. And how brilliantly you did it, Amit. It was so easy for you to be kind, to do good.
The hardest part for me was learning to let you go, to allow you space to spread your wings, to embrace your independence, to pursue paths different from mine.
And it hurt, every single time. But I learned to do it, for your benefit, they said. Perhaps they were right. And I also learned to welcome you back with an open heart. And it worked, for so many years.
But now, Amit, I regret letting go. I regret suggesting you move to Eilat. I regret not keeping you close. And now, I must let you go again, but this time, you won’t return. And I don’t know how to do it, with no one to teach me.
Without an older brother, without a guide in this life, I do my best. And it wasn’t enough. And I’m paying the price.
But Amit, I know you lived a happy life. Not many have such a fulfilling life. You were healthy, fulfilled, loved, and loving. You traveled, danced, and were happy. And only in the last moment did you suffer. A lifetime of happiness.
What a miracle it is to know this. I yearn to hug you again, to feel you, to crush you with hugs until you cry, to straighten your back, to soothe your head during those transitional coughs before Hanukkah.
And my consolation, for all who hear these words, is that although your body is no longer here, your spirit endures. It remains with us, so vibrant in Carmel. Teasing, playful, sensitive, expressive, loving, blessing with happiness, fitness, health, and honesty. Your spirit lives on in me, in the look you gave me, where I finally saw a reflection of myself that I could love.
Your spirit lives on in your family, both nuclear and extended, all so close, beautiful, funny, and loving. Your spirit is already in our world. And with your spirit, we, your family, your friends, and all who love you, will overcome this pain, this anger, this despair. We will triumph, not by force, but by the spirit you left with us, in me, in my blood, and in my soul.
Amit David, may you rest in peace.
06:28 PM
And sometimes they come back home…
Limor Drory writes:
Our hero soldier Yonatan Guetta from the 13th Battalion who was declared missing has been located and returned home
06:32 PM
Ziv Rubinstein shares a harrowing tale about his son, Sergeant Yoav, a soldier in a combat unit. Recently, Yoav attended a large party with three unit members, a rare moment of normalcy and enjoyment. As they danced, unexpected chaos erupted.
Gunfire broke out, and amidst this, Yoav, remarkably composed, called his father to reassure him despite the dangerous situation. Yoav then gathered his friends, including one from Kibbutz Ari, and they ran towards the kibbutz. Upon arrival, they encountered terrorists, but these adversaries hadn’t realized they were facing Israel’s brave soldiers.
Yoav and his friends sought cover behind an overturned car, where they discovered a fallen Israeli with a weapon.
Seizing the weapon, Yoav led his friends into battle. Despite potential escape routes, their bravery and duty prevailed.
They sneaked into the kibbutz member’s apartment, where they decided to don army uniforms for identification and safety. Armed and coordinated, they joined the kibbutz’s standby squad, engaging in intense combat. Despite being outnumbered, they fought valiantly, eliminating numerous terrorists.
Yoav’s group then stormed a house holding terrorists and Israeli hostages. After a fierce fight, they secured the house and escorted the hostages to safety. Constantly in action, they alternated between rescuing civilians and engaging in combat.
One of them used a Kalashnikov taken from a terrorist to take a strategic position on the roof, effectively neutralizing additional threats. The battle continued for hours until they saw Israeli soldiers from the elite Sheldag unit. Yoav, recognizing them, coordinated their efforts towards the house.
Joining forces with Sheldag, they continued the fight until the situation was under control. It was a small victory in a tragic and bloodied context, a testament to the courage and determination of Yoav and his comrades.
Tal Shorrer writes:
Noy,
We met half a year ago by chance, a researcher connected me to you as the protagonist of an article about young people in Eilat.
We met for photos in a pub together with 2 other girlfriends and a friend of yours and the conversation was so much fun that even when the camera went off we continued and continued.
In the end, we found ourselves, Yaniv the photographer and I continuing with your group to your home. Eating snacks and drinking in the tiny apartment you rented. looks happy For the camera and not for the camera, you talked about the new life you are building in Eilat, the work at the school, and the love you found there.
We kept in touch in a small way in 2 other events where you offered to help and all in friendship as if we had known each other for 100 years.
Now you are gone and it is so sad, words cannot describe it.
May Noy rest in peace now in heaven
06:36 PM
06:42 PM
NOW
IDF spokesperson:
Initial: A report was received about fear of intrusion into the airspace from Lebanon to the territory
This map shows you the entire area of Galilee, all residents were asked to enter the shelters and to lock the doors, there is a fear of an infiltration of a terrorist squad from the air.
The small little blue in the middle of all the red is the sea of Galilee.
The red dots are places where there was an alarm, not necessarily places where missiles fell.
06:51 PM
Haifa Now
this is what it looks like when you have an alarm, most of the time you have maybe a minute or less to get yourself and your kids to a shelter.
06:51 PM
where are you gonna go?! nowhere to hide when you are in the middle of the street – Kiryat Biyalik NOW
08:45PM
IDF spokesperson:
IDF fighters killed several terrorists near Kibbutz Nir Am
IDF soldiers from the 101st Battalion identified several vehicles including terrorists near Nir Am. A tank from the 401st Brigade fired at them and killed three terrorists.
IDF forces are now continuing their searches in the area.
And I will add,
Even now, throughout the last five days, the terrorists do not stop trying to penetrate Israeli territory.
09:07 PM
A new footage that has to be blur because of the kids and what happens to them afterward
09:56 PM
It is with great sadness that we announce the death of Sergeant Avitar Ohion, an ambulance driver in the 51st Battalion of the Golani Brigade, 21 years old.
Avitar, a lone soldier, fell during the battles in the surrounding settlements on Saturday.
His funeral will take place tonight at 22:00 at the military cemetery in Mount Herzl.
We ask the public to come and accompany him on his last journey.
May he rest in peace
**only one out of more than 150 young soldiers who will never smile again
09:14 PM
IDF spokesperson:
IDF fighters killed several terrorists near Kibbutz Nir Am
IDF soldiers from the 101st Battalion identified several vehicles including terrorists near Nir Am. A tank from the 401st Brigade fired at them and killed three terrorists.
IDF forces are now continuing their searches in the area.
And I will add,
Even now, throughout the last five days, the terrorists do not stop trying to penetrate Israeli territory.
10:29 PM
In Kibbutz Kisufim, eight residents and another six Thai workers were murdered in a massacre on Saturday. Only now, on the fifth day of fighting, the residents of Kissufim are beginning to gather forces and recreate the massacre in the settlement.
“Dozens of terrorists entered the sweepstakes and entered the houses. When they were outside they shouted ‘IDF IDF’ for us to feel safe and go outside.
But most of the residents understood that something bad was happening,” says Shmulik Harel, a resident of the kibbutz.
His grandmother Gina Smiatich, 90 years old, was executed by the terrorists. They dragged her out of the shelter and shot her in the head in the living room. “We talked to her a few seconds ago, she said that she was in a shelter hiding and scared,” said the grandson.
The terrorists continued their killing spree.
They arrived at the house of the Zeke family, Itay and I, and the 15-year-old son Sagi, and called them to come out. The family did not leave the shelter and they burned the house.
All family members perished in the fire.
10:16 PM
It may sound strange, but in quite a few cases we also treat terrorists who came to murder us, to understand the Jewish state, we flip our minds, we’re crazy some may say, and it’s not far from the truth, but this is the Jewish way, and the doctors will say, we cannot choose whom to treat…
Rafi Sarosi writes:
This could be one of the terrorists who opened a woman’s stomach in the ninth month and took out a fetus from the womb, (a video I saw will accompany me until my last day),
It could be one of the terrorists who cut off the hands of babies in bed and beheaded them while they were alive.
It could be one of the terrorists who burned houses with the people living inside.
And it is possible that he did everything that is written here…what is certain is that he came to murder.
So for us to save his life… I’m going crazy, I don’t know what to say.
*I’ve got to agree with each word
12:11 AM
Omer Bar:
My father is a hero. Those who know me understand that I usually shy away from posts like this. Opening up on such a public, superficial platform about a deep personal loss is hard for me. But the need to share my father’s story and honor his memory outweighs my reluctance.
My father, Leon Bar, was 53 years old at his passing. A retired lieutenant colonel, he dedicated 26 of his best years to the security system in combat roles, reaching high ranks. He sacrificed much, including two torn knees and damaged hearing, and was recognized as disabled by the IDF. His name was well-known among the higher ranks, and anyone who served in the paratroopers during the security period in Lebanon would know of him. Brave. Kind. A man with golden hands. Fathers like him are rare.
Like many in Israel, we, in the city of Gedera, were jolted awake on a Saturday at 06:30 by the sounds of alarms and explosions. We initially thought it was a mistake, a one-off, a test. But then the alarms kept sounding. Turning on the TV, we learned of a terrorist infiltration. “Impossible,” we thought, but gradually the grave reality dawned on us.
By 08:00, even before the reserve orders and before the news of the incident at the Nova party broke, while people were rushing into Bari and Sderot, my father, on his initiative, donned his uniform and helmet and drove off without a second thought. My father is an Israeli hero. From 9 to 16, he tirelessly evacuated the wounded – to Brazilian, Soroka, Kaplan. He handled dozens of injured people. When he heard about the party and the young victims, he didn’t hesitate to go there and start rescuing the wounded, shuttling back and forth between Patish village, Netivot city, and the party venue. This is who my dad was.
When he returned home that afternoon, despite our concerns for him, he simply said this was his calling. It revived him. He couldn’t stand idly by when he knew people needed help. He told us he would go back the next day, believing more people needed help. So, I joined him, hoping to look after him. We didn’t find any wounded, but we did find bodies. It was like a battlefield.
Confronted with the barbarity of a terrorist organization, we wondered – where was the army? Where were the country’s evacuation services? The roads were deserted. We managed to take a body to Barzilai Hospital, a poor guy who just wanted to enjoy a weekend party. We contacted Zaka, the organization that collects remains at the scene, and gave them the locations of over 20 bodies, ensuring they received proper burial and respect.
We reached a location where a family was looking for their loved one, and without us, who knows when he would have been found? As we decided to head home, thinking our work was done since the army and Zaka had arrived, we drove without worry, as there were no reports of danger. Near the Black Arrow Monument, we saw a shot police car and stopped to check for any bodies.
Then, my worst nightmare began. A loud boom. A stun grenade. Gunshots. I thought I was hallucinating. “They are shooting at us,” my father shouted. We ran. I saw the terrorist behind my father and screamed. I fell but kept running, hearing shots behind me. By sheer luck, an armed civilian trio 100 meters away responded. I was shot twice in the legs. Minutes passed, but no army arrived. I took their car to call for help and never saw my father again.
My father, Leon Bar, was a hero of Israel, the salt of the earth, full of kindness, and always wanting to help. I still refuse to believe this is reality. I can’t digest it. My dad, my hero, will never come back.
Omer Bar saying his last goodbye to his hero of a father, Leon Bar. May he rest in peace.
12:30 AM
The next post is a personal one,
We are already 203 people over here, from all over the world; USA, Canada, Romania, Mexico, Italy, Germany, Israel, Portugal, and many more Countries.
It’s amazing, and I can only hope that you not just read what I’m sending over here, but share it with your friends and family.
but the next post is a personal request from me,
It will take you just a few seconds but the contribution of this will be huge.
Have you seen my friend Nevo?
Nevo and I studied together at Kinneret, where we were part of an innovation scholarship program. He’s a charming, smart, and highly intelligent person with a heart unimaginably wide. Nevo was at the unfortunate party last Saturday and has been unaccounted for since. We have no information about his whereabouts; he’s not seen in any videos, nor is his name on any lists.
He wasn’t alone that night. He was with Ziv Shapira, and we haven’t heard from her either. We’re in the dark about her situation and whether they’re still together or got separated in the chaos and tragedy.
So let’s do what little we can. Let’s share his picture far and wide in hopes of finding him, hopefully safe and sound.
Love to all and thank you, Shay
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