GAZA, Palestinian Territory (WNB) - Scooter Van Neuter is reporting live from Gaza, as Israeli forces mount a ground offensive against Hamas positions in the Gaza Strip.
I'm glad to report Mistee has rejoined me as my editorial assistant. I guess when her new Muslim girlfriend discovered she's half Jewish, there was an ugly incident involving a rusty paring knife and Mistee's neck. I made Mistee wear a Arab hijab so I don't have to look at her disgusting wound on our last day of reporting.
9:30 a.m. - I've arranged for us to be embedded with an Israeli Defense Force (IDF) tactical unit searching for Hamas tunnels today. We meet up with the four-member team in front of our hotel.
9:38 a.m. - Team leader Sgt. Toviyyah expresses reservations concerning Mistee's choice of clothing. She tells him about her neck situation and despite his obvious concerns, we move out.
10:07 a.m. - We make our way through a Palestinian neighborhood and into a dark warehouse suspected of possibly concealing a tunnel and munitions. Mistee and I are briefly separated from the squad as we stop to take some photos. It is very dark. Very hot. Very scary.
10:16 a.m. - Rounding a corner, suddenly all hell breaks loose as a dark figure comes flying out of the shadows and viciously drop-kicks Mistee, sending her reeling into a stack of pallets! My fear quickly turns to relief as I discover it's just one of the IDF guys who mistakenly identified Mistee as an enemy combatant. Outside of her neck wound bleeding again, she's thankfully unhurt, but when she regains consciousness she's clearly irritated. With no apology whatsoever, the Sergeant orders Mistee to "quit crying and stay close." Maybe the French are right about these guys.
12:24 p.m. - After unsuccessfully searching for tunnels, we take a break for lunch. The IDF guys are eating rations in an alley while Mistee and I go around the corner to a small store to find something to eat and maybe a postcard. We purchase some tasty lamb skewers and Mistee buys a large fanny-pack she's been wanting.
12:39 p.m. - For no apparent reason, Mistee is violently kung-fued by two of the IDF guys when she enters the ally ahead of me. The only thing that stops the other guys from shooting her is my piercing, high-pitched screams. Realizing it's us, the soldiers go back to eating while I pulled Mistee out of the garbage dumpster. One of the Jews makes a disparaging remark about her fanny pack and I resist the urge to ask who the hell made him the fashion police? No wonder the Arabs want to blow these guys up - they're dicks. I notice Mistee is missing a boob, which may be related to the lamb skewer protruding from that general area, but luckily outside of the possible implant issue and a little unresolved anger, she's fine. I can't wait to get away from these guys and get back to the hotel.
4:58 p.m. - The kikes finally found a tunnel to blow up, but not before accidently assaulting Mistee twice more in dark buildings, and even once in broad daylight when she attempted to slug one with the fanny pack. The IDF guys abandoned us eight blocks from our hotel, but thankfully some locals helped us get back safely, although Mistee was sexually assaulted when she inadvertently flashed an ankle.
5:46 p.m. - I'm packing for our early morning flight back to the States while Mistee receives medical attention at a nearby hospital. It's good to be away from her, as all she did today was complain. I make a mental note to replace her as soon as possible.
This was a dangerous, hard story to cover, but I'm proud we were able to bring the gritty reality of this conflict to our American readers.
Scooter Van Neuter Friday July 25, 2014
Editorial assistant Mistee in a Gaza dumpster