We are, as we have been, a nation at war.

For any other country, what we tried to do would have been enough. We tried to defend our people, while still protecting theirs. We evacuated buildings, redirected civilians, spread millions of fliers in the air warning not only to evacuate but where to go, we guarded their civilians as they went.

We build bomb shelters so our children will be safe, not tunnels to protect our leaders. And we stood.

As no other nation has ever stood. We took a crippling blow to our hearts, to our souls, and we turned and defended. We stopped…for a hundred people, we stopped and did whatever we could, released thousands for the few.

And they refused. They turned down an option to save their people. And now it’s done. We are again a nation at war and now, there should be no pity for them, only for our 59.

Of the 59, under 30 are alive…for them, we pray, we hope, we demand. But we are at war and for God’s sake, Bibi – fight this war like no other.

This is the end. The last war we will fight with Gaza. There will be no more war, because there will be no more Gaza. Use the planes, Bibi. Don’t send in the soldiers unless they are going to a specific place to bring someone home. Otherwise, use the planes. From the sky, let hell rain down on them.

This is the end, Benjamin Netanyahu. Make this the last war. We are a people of peace, a people of the land, our land. We have taken their hatred and lived with it. We have taken the world’s hypocritical judgement of all we do, nothing compared to what they do regularly. This is the end. The last war, the last battle.

Then leave us alone. Let us raise our children and grandchildren in the light. Let us plant and harvest in our beautiful land. Let us live.

Leave us alone. I want to play with my grandchildren; I want to take the massive door off the bomb shelter and replace the massive metal window with a large frame window of glass. I want to dance like no one is watching, sing out of tune.

I want to wake to the birds and talk with my husband about anything but war. I want the sparkle back in my son’s eyes and I want him to smile and hug me without me starting to cry. This is it, Bibi – make it fast. Make it brutal.

Finish it. Evacuate Gaza.

No more war.