How can this be?

What does a daddy tell his 4 year old when he hears the terrorists break into the house, while they are hiding in the sealed room? Does he tell him that his promise that he will always keep his little boy safe is no longer valid? Does he tell him how much he loves him? Does he talk about the fun times they had? Does he give him instructions on what to do if he is shot or captured, who to go to, how to use a phone?

How does he deal with entertaining an excitable 2.5 year old, stuck in a room for 30 hours?

And what about the 4 month old, the pure face that may never grow up and crawl, walk, and talk. What if she starts crying, and gives away their position?

These used to be questions that I would ask myself at random moments, thinking about the unimaginable times in Poland, Hungary, Ukraine in the 1940s. Somehow, I am asking myself the same questions about Kibbutzes, located a 40 minute drive from my house, here in 2023.