Shiloh Musings: Ramming Terror Attacks, Too Easy

Considering that I was injured in the first ramming terror attack over twenty years ago, I'm a bit hyper-worried about them. I must admit that I had seen the car that hit me approach, but then I turned away to tell my friend that I wouldn't go in since the driving wasn't good.

I learned my lesson and since then I've been pretty alert to what's happening on the road when I wait for a bus or ride. I'm known as that crazy old lady with the American accented Hebrew telling others to be careful. I've even told soldiers that they're not doing their jobs when they ignore dangerous behavior. And I've bitten my tongue many times when I've wanted to tell soldiers supposedly guarding that very stop outside of Ofra that they should be paying attention to the traffic, potential terrorists, and not chatting or looking at their phones.

Many times when waiting at that stop outside of Ofra, I plan escape and wonder how badly injured I'd be jumping into the nearby ditch.

Well, that nearby ditch is a lot better than what we have outside of Shiloh going north. Honestly, I don't remember waiting there for a ride, but many times I've gotten out of rides, and I don't like it.