At kibbutz Nir Oz – a tranquil haven of 400 farmers until, mind-bogglingly, a quarter of the population were kidnapped by snatch squads – Mail photographer Roland Hoskins and I came across sights we wished we had never seen.
At a home with a colourful children's play house in the garden and toddler toys everywhere, there was an upturned child's cot, right next to a large, thick pool of congealed blood. A putrid stench of death hung in the air, which was thick with buzzing flies, and I came very close to vomiting.
Elsewhere, a girl of about six, a boy aged seven – kneeling, with their heads down, and their hands tied behind their back.
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