As the evidence on the floors, walls, and doors showed, in house after house these were the places where Ron’s neighbors’ stories ended—with people desperately trying to hold their door handles closed. On one side that morning were the Hamas terrorists. On the other were people, sometimes alone, trying desperately to keep them out. We stood in one of these rooms. What had happened here? It was one of his neighbors who “couldn’t hold the door.” The community found blood on the floor. The army found their bodies on the ground outside the kibbutz.
