C-sections done on corpses of pregnant women, all in vain. Sawing off the foot of a small boy with no anesthesia. Wound care with no disinfectant. Doctors with only their phone for light stepping on their patients who line the halls of the hospital. Telling a boy with 60 percent burns, face included, that everything is going to be ok when you know it is not going to end well. Wounded child no surviving family. It happens so often they have an abbreviation for it, WCNSF. A new medical term. Every hour new ones come in. Doctors crying while operating. Forced to decide who to help and who to let die. Children too young to speak are labeled ‘unkown’.

Having to lie to injured children that their parents are still alive in order to not depress them further. Doctors who haven’t gone home since the 7th of October, worried sick about their own families. A child brought with the brain matter exposed because of a large crack in the skull. Doctors dreaming of going for picnics, playing soccer, going to the beach, reading poetry, going to the gym. A doctor, 27 years old, talks about his hobbies while he sees a child being taken to the morgue. But new casualties are already arriving. The doctor thanks the interviewer for listening and call her his friend. His voice cracking like the skulls of many a child in Gaza.

Notes taken during an interview by the New York Times with several doctors in Gaza.