The dogs of war still prowl
Since the Palestinian desire to kill Jews through imploding on Israeli buses, nightclubs, shopping malls and markets has been thwarted by the various security measures various Israeli governments have implemented (the security barrier, checkpoints, and drastic reduction of work permits allowing Palestinians freedom of movement into pre-1949 Israel etc.,) there is this notion out in the wider world which gives all appearance to believing the lack of successful attacks launched by the Palestinians against Israeli civilians somehow equates into a lack of desire or motivation on the part of the Palestinians to launch so-called ‘resistance’ operations. Although this couldn’t be further from the truth which is the so-called ‘resistance’ continues to launch operations against Israeli civilians – abet in a far less spectacular way than a bus or store bombing but often with just as deadly intentions.
Arutz Sheva carries the personal account of an Israeli civilian, a father who was simply driving his car to take his children and wife for a Shabbat celebration last Friday.:
This is what happened: we were on our way for a Shabbat at the pre-military academy in Neveh Tzuf. After taking the turn at the “British Police Junction” I began thinking, for no apparent reason, about some of the well-known shooting attacks that took place on the roads, and about families that were wiped out by terrorists. I remembered the Tzur family (ambushed by terrorists who murdered two of them, a mother and her son, near Beit El, in 1996), the Hatuel family (ambushed by terrorists who murdered five, a mother and four daughters, near Gush Katif, in 2004), the Schijveschuurder family (five of whom were killed in the Jerusalem Sbarro restaurant suicide bombing in 2001), not without asking myself why these negative thoughts were appearing just now…
About two kilometers west of the junction we reached a curve where one must slow down. Suddenly I heard shots from very close range. I shouted to my wife: ‘they are shooting at us, get down!’ and I slammed down the gas pedal in order to get out of the kill zone. But then I saw that the engine’s power had died and that it simply was not responding. I shifted to lower gear and pumped the gas pedal but the engine was dead. The first bullet had cut the radiator pipe, penetrated through the manifold into the engine, exited with a bang through the oil sump and hit the asphalt below. In one second, the oil spilled out of the engine and it died.
A terrible feeling of helplessness. We are inside a tin box that is slowly rolling along. The terrorists continue to fire at us in a controlled fashion, one bullet every two or three seconds. With me in the car, which has turned into a death trap, are my wife and four agitated children who could get hit at any second. A true lose-lose situation: I can’t stop the car and charge the terrorists with my gun because then the full car remains exposed like a duck in a shooting range. I can’t escape because the motor is gone.
I figured that the shooting was coming from the mountain’s extension south of the road and so I turned hard to the opposite lane in order to reach the slope and get out of the Palestinians’ range. When the car stopped I got out quickly, took out the kids and threw them into the bushes on the mountainside. The little one started shouting “mommy” and ran to the center of the road with me following her, lifting her up and simply throwing her to her sister. Only then did I cock the handgun and start looking for the terrorists. I surmised that they would be drawing near in order to confirm the kills and so I began advancing in their direction so as to prevent them from reaching the family. I was trying to plan how to conduct an effective battle with ten bullets in a small Glock 26.
You can read how it ends by clicking on the Arutz Sheva link but this isn’t the first attack or even the last but merely one out of many.
