Lives in ruins

It was 4am when the Mirkava tank stopped outside our house. It sounded like an earthquake. The time has come, I said to myself; they will storm into the house any minute. Should I get out of bed, put on my clothes and try to save my dears, or wait till they bang on the door? I didn't want to be hunted in my pyjamas and unshaved. But I was afraid that if I got up and put on my clothes I would scare the children, who were sleeping next door with their mother, Salma - since the invasion they have been unable to sleep by themselves.