Each summer our family vacationed in the coastal town of Eilat. We spent almost each evening strolling along the promenade, eating ice-cream and enjoying the views of the Red Sea.
In the summer of 2014 my youngest (then 3 years-old) and I were together at the beach star-gazing when he excitedly called and pointed towards the sky with his little hand, “Mommy, look!” – there were two large, glowing orbs flying over our heads towards the sea.
A young mother sitting next to me commented that the flares reminded her of our Iron Dome missiles. We observed the flaming orbs for a few seconds when suddenly the shrill air-raid sirens pierced the serenity of the hot summer evening! Panic broke out, children crying, mothers crying and there was no bomb-shelter in sight…
Last week, as we have done each summer, we were on our annual family vacation in Eilat. During a walk we strolled past the place where we were surprised by the missiles two years ago.My son, now 5 years-old, stops and looks at me with big eyes and said, “Mommy, do you remember when the rockets came and I cried?”
Two years have passed since Operation Tzuk Eitan in Gaza, but the memories are deeply ingrained in our memories, even in the minds of our children.