“Oh, boo hoo, you had to run to a bomb shelter,” someone wrote to me. “Your card game got interrupted, and your ice cream melted.”

Let me tell you something, and let me be very clear about it: I hate that the innocent civilians of Gaza are suffering and dying because of a war Hamas started. When families are wiped out, I feel my stomach twist. When I saw the video footage of the mother and father in blood curdling anguish at the loss of their young son, a keening wail rose through me…. But tell me this: Why do my children and I need to somehow make that better by getting seriously hurt? Or seriously dead?

Would that make people happy? Do we need to line up somewhere and let Hamas have a free shot at us for you to understand that we are dealing with a terrorist organization hell-bent on destroying us even at the expense of their people?

How many of us have to die for people to understand the extent of Hamas’s evil? Will six million do it for you?
So yes, our bodies are intact because our country builds bomb shelters.

Yes, our homes still stand because our country builds a missile defense system.

And HELL NO I will not apologize for that.

But I will tell you this: My kids and I have all woken up in the middle of the night with screams in our throat, while rockets chase us in our sleep.

And we can still smell the smoke from where that rocket landed even though it has long since faded into the sky.