I began covering the war, my fifth Gazan war, on Saturday, October 7, in Sderot. Information was scarce, and the magnitude of Hamas’ attack was not shared with the public, so I called my friend and colleague Seth Frantzman of The Jerusalem Post, who was with his family in Jerusalem, and asked if he wanted to meet me in Sderot to see what was happening. 

I drove from Yerucham in the Negev to Sderot, rarely seeing any Israeli military vehicles on the road but watching ambulances heading from the Gaza envelope to Soroka Hospital in Beersheba. When I arrived in Sderot, there were no barriers or blockades to keep me out of the city, so I drove in and came upon a massacre scene, a surreal experience. A few police and security people were around, but for the magnitude of the tragedy, I did not see an IDF vehicle for another 45 minutes. Shocking.

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