I Think The Other Hamas Fighters Trapped In This Collapsed Tunnel Are Closer Than 2 Meters

by Hussein Halabi, Hamas commando

Somewhere underground near the fence between the Gaza Strip and southern Israel, January 21 – Oh God. I think both of my legs are broken. And several ribs. And I can’t feel my left arm. There’s so little air in here, and it’s dark. We were on our way across the border to wreak havoc among the Zionists, but then we heard a rumble and everything came tumbling down. And I think some of my comrades are half-crushed right near me in a non-socially-distanced manner!

This can’t be good. No one can hear me, and it hurts to yell – I think that’s my broken ribs. I don’t hear anyone else, but maybe that’s just my ears still malfunctioning after the loud crunch… I don’t know. I’m really concerned I could get COVID my being so close to someone carrying the virus by spending all this time cooped up together with them in a confined space. If I don’t suffocate or dehydrate and I end up surviving this, I could be in big trouble.

Oh, God, every part of me hurts. There’s blood on my head from somewhere, probably a gash. My face feels like it’s been battered in a boxing ring. I probably have dozens of cuts that will get infected from all the dirt getting in, but what concerns me most is possibly being near my buddies, one of whom might be a coronavirus vector. It can’t be good to be stuck down here with that risk. My mask got torn off in the tunnel collapse and there’s no way I can even dig to find it, let alone hope it’s in any shape to be used; my guess is the same thing happened to the other seven guys, assuming any of them are still alive, meaning they could be breathing a viral load out into this enclosed area and I’ve got no choice but to inhale.

I’ve been so careful! I was always so considerate of the people around me. When we launched incendiary balloons at the Jews I always made sure to social distance. When we launched rockets at their school and hospitals I made sure my mask was always on. Same as when we came down this passage, both during practice runs and this, the real thing. And now, just my luck, I’m going to breathe in the pathogen and contract the disease. After all that preventive behavior. I call B.S.

Wait, is that light someone coming to rescue us? It seems to be drawing me closer… Whoever that is, keep your distance, I don’t want to infect you…

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