The Iron Lions

Hamas killed mom and dad.

My father-in-law and mother-in-law were murdered by Hamas. Hamas burned down the house with Yael, who is mentally disabled, inside.

Shots were fired all around us. Many people that a moment ago were dancing and laughing, were struggling for their lives.

We discovered 20 dead children. Hamas piled them up and burned them alive.

They butchered us from point blank. Animals, they shot us, and you could tell they were enjoying this, laughing all the way.

Bodies were scattered in the field, there were gunshots everywhere. Now I understand that whoever ran into the road was murdered.

I can't get the smell of rotting corpses from my mind. Bodies swollen and teeming with maggots and flies. Mountains of bodies

I understand that the terrorists are scanning the area and it is only a matter of time until they find us - we are so close to them, we are next in line.

We tried to prevent the terrorists from entering our shelter, got shot while doing so, and were injured.

Within 10 minutes the people in the traffic jam were all slaughtered by Hamas.

Noya is autistic and Carmela is 80 years old with a heart condition. They are both held hostage by Hamas.

"When I went outside, I saw burned cars, dead bodies. My father was kidnapped to Gaza"

For hours and hours, the terrorists went from house to house and slaughtered everyone who was there

We hid in the bushes for 8 hours. We knew that even one wrong breath could result in our death.

"The terrorists slaughtered people next to us"

Terrorists were everywhere in my parents' neighborhood. Many people I know were lying dead on the road in the most hideous way imaginable.

I was sitting on the children's dresser, clutching the handle of the door, as Hamas were trying to open it

The terrorists threw stun grenades, shock grenades, and RPGs into our shelter. They dragged people out of our shelter.

We simply knew we couldn't stop and look back, because if you do either of those two things - you die.

They fired an RPG at us. They fired many rounds of gunfire at our shelter's metal door.

During the 'Nova' party, Inbar operated a painting booth. She is now held hostage by Hamas.

Amir stood with a knife for hours holding the shelter's door handle. We lay on the floor in the dark trying to calm each other in whispers

Many of my parents' friends were kidnapped, murdered or burned alive

Outside our home we heard shooting, terrorists shouting, and saw a house with a baby catch fire and the people in it suffocate.

I got shot in the head! Help! There are terrorists and they killed all my friends

I see the white hankerchief - Hamas. They're yelling, Itabah El Yehud (murder the Jews)."

We don't have any way to hide anymore. We hear them behind us. The gunfire doesn't stop

The terrorist took my grandmother's phone and posted her dead body on her Facebook's profile

Shiri and the children were kidnapped. Later we received a report that they were all kidnapped, the parents and the Biebs family.

The sight of charred houses, burned while the families were inside, the stench of corpses still lingering in the air,

I was inside the shelter with my son, when the terrorists literally turned our house upside down and destroyed everything.

I saw people being shot to death. I saw the smile on the terrorist's face when he shot the girl who was with me and she fell to her death

Our friends came onto the evacuation bus with bullets and grenade shrapnel in their bodies.

We accepted our coming death. We hid our 4.5 year old son, and told him not to make any noise no matter what he heard.

My parents were murdered in front of me, my mom died on top of me. Our houses set on fire, we fled and they shot us.

I played dead, bullets miraculously grazed my hair. I watched people being kidnapped, murdered, and burned inside cars.