Booming Belief

And then an air raid siren wailed through the corridors.

“Tzeva adom! Tzeva adom! Code red! Code red!” I heard people shouting.

It wasn’t a complete surprise; the night before, a security guard had come into my room to shutter the window “in case of rocket fire.” I’d heard some booms in the distance. But now we were in the line of fire.

We raced into the hallway, where the staff assured all those who had done the same that we could remain in our rooms — the entire maternity ward had been fortified against rockets.