"A flaming chunk of missile landed in
the middle of our apartment, setting everything on fire. I dialed the
emergency number and yelled into the phone, 'The missile's in my
living room, and it's burning down my house!' I helped my wife into
the car. Then I ran back up to the apartment we had lived in for
twenty-one years. But the smoke was too thick. I couldn't save
anything. Thank God we're still alive."
"Everything around me was destroyed.
The walls had fallen down and the ceiling had collapsed. I didn't even
have time to put on my mask when everything came crashing down around
me. I live on the ground floor; and above me three stories had
collapsed. We were all huddled together me, my wife and our children.
The wooden clothes closet fell on my wife. She was screaming
hysterically. It was terrible. Afterward it became clear that the
closet had fallen at such an angle that it shielded my wife from the
heavy rubble of the walls and concrete. She escaped with only five
stitches in her forehead. The rest of us were unharmed."
"Our house was seriously damaged
during the first attack. Luckily, at the time of the explosion,
neither of us was at home. We couldn't take the tension, so we decided
to visit some friends out of town. We got into our car and headed
north. Then, on the way, we heard the siren and then the explosion.
The windows of the car blew out, and a piece of missile came in
through the tailgate and exited through the right-hand door, flying
inches past my wife's head."