maybe a day or two days before Mark and I got to European hospital.

There had been an explosion in an open area, not a home, so there were just body parts

scattered all over the place.

And some guy didn't know what to do, so he just picked him up, put him in the back of a pickup truck and drove them to the emergency room and I'm straight at the pouring I was probably just probably wasn't thinking this truck full of body parts shows up the none of them were counted in the dead.

You know what I mean?

Like they were just torn to shreds.

Who's going to find their ID card?

Who's going to identify them?

It's absurd.

So yeah, the, even the violent deaths are almost certainly a traumatic undercount you know yeah I remember there was a

part you mentioned a mother and thinking about the kids that you said after three days in the

hospital Israel a mother of four told us how she was injured.

Her home was bombed without warning.

She saw all her children die in front of her when the ceiling collapsed on top of them.

Her relatives confirmed that her entire immediate family was buried under the rubble of their

home.

We didn't have the heart to tell Yisra that some of her children were probably still alive at

that moment, dying un imaginably cruel deaths from dehydration and sepsis,

were trapped alone in a pitched black tomb that alternates as an oven during the day

in a freezer at night when shutters to think how many children have died this way in Gaza.

I gotta tell you, you know, I've obviously been covering this and reading the things and watching the videos, but you guys really captured something here that is more visceral than a lot of other accounts. I think from your experience of the difficulty getting into Gaza through the checkpoints, the inefficiency of it,

describing it as basically like a rural airport

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