Hen Mazzig
Every time it rains, I think of the hostages—soaked, freezing, and trapped. The conditions they must endure in those torturous tunnels are unimaginable. 410 days in hell. I think of them every single day. Bring them home.
Hen Mazzig
Every time it rains, I think of the hostages—soaked, freezing, and trapped. The conditions they must endure in those torturous tunnels are unimaginable. 410 days in hell. I think of them every single day. Bring them home.