So far there have been more than 350 rockets this afternoon fired at us, and we’ve been down in the shelter cleaning it up, airing it out.  It was really filthy from disuse and I am full of dust and squalor.

But I know we’re going to need to go there soon, and I have a deck of cards ready to entertain my companions.

I’m not going to include the photos of rockets sent by my grandkids.  It’s too much.  I don’t mind seeing them so much but it seems pornographic to have the kids watching this kind of danger.

Are we are not unaware of the damage done to the people of Gaza.  We know it well, and wish them all well.  Except the guys who are dropping rockets on us indiscriminately.  Those, we’re trying to get rid of.