Time spent in a shelter raises an unsettling question: are we simply at war—or witnessing something larger?

As I sat in the shelter of my building in Jerusalem, I heard a sound I had never heard before—a low, menacing roar overhead, like a freight train tearing through the sky. It was not the familiar whine of jets we hear all the time. This was deeper, heavier, closer.

You don’t forget a sound like that.

It is the sound of something meant to destroy—passing just above your head.

Moments later, the all-clear sounded. People stepped back into the street. Conversations resumed. Life, as it so often does in Israel, snapped back into place.

And yet nothing is quite the same.

Missiles fall. Sirens wail. People run for shelter. And then—almost impossibly—life resumes. A........

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