It’s hard to describe what it’s like when fragments of missiles rain down. The explosions thunder—louder than any storm. Tel Aviv was hit; there’s heavy damage, yet only a few injuries. It feels like a continuous miracle. One of the main buildings struck had been evacuated for renovations.

These are not normal times. These are moments when we must be anchors of strength—anchors of defense—for free people everywhere. While others lose control, we must stand firm.

It’s heart-wrenching to see the devastation from these missiles. We intercept as many as we can—but some get through. Rescue teams are digging through rubble across central and southern Israel, racing against time to reach victims. These are moments to stop and pray for Israel.

I know it’s raining. I know it’s cold. I know missiles are reaching even Jerusalem, our undivided capital. It shakes you. It makes you realize: we must win. Free people must stand together. This is a tipping point—bigger than Israel, bigger than Israel and America. This is about the free world. This is our moment.