Editor's note: Our CEO, Kyle Reyes, read this on LinkedIn this morning and he said we had to share it with you all. This shook us to our core. Make this man famous - this is the kind of warrior that the world needs more of.
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I have changed my profile picture to reflect my current priority.
Professionally speaking, until Saturday 10/7, I was a CEO of FutureGen, a company focusing on next-gen energy projects.
All of that changed when I woke up at 7am. I went outside on a bright, sunny day. Worry free, I sat on my future in-laws porch, sipped my piping hot coffee, and began to read a book. I made it about 2 pages in, when a religious neighbor, ran up the steps on the way to his home, and asked if I heard the news?
The news, I replied, no, today is shabbat (& holiday), I don’t use my phone. What are you talking about?
He proceeded to tell me that something was happening on the border down south. Very quickly I realized that this was not a normal incident. I ran, turned on my phone, and began to watch my algorithm (previously curated specifically to middle eastern OSINT) blow up.
In real time I began watching war crime after war crime. 1000s of rockets, morters, bombs, and rpgs, raining death upon scores of cities near the border. I watched helplessly as dozens, then 100s, then over a 1000 civilians get killed.
I watched soldiers, children, teens, elderly, men & women, even babies, getting brutally kidnapped by captagon-fueled blood-lusting terrorists. In shock, I called my commander, who told me to prepare my emergency kit, and get ready to meet at our teams predisclosed location.
Having been in Haifa, I put pedal to the metal, and raced to Jerusalem to grab my go-bag and then headed south.
By mid afternoon my team was assembled, and within 24 hrs I was on the front lines.
I proceeded to spend several days in Kfar Aza and the surrounding area. I went house to house, clearing and securing Israeli homes.
My team combed amidst the smoldering ruins, hunting the remaining vile perpetrators that remained elusive, their vicissitudes concealed within the wake of a tsunami of carnage and chaos, desolation and despair.
On day 3, my team and I went through a score of home where we were tasked with searching for & IDing victims, to ascertain whether they were murdered or kidnapped.
Many were slaughtered in their bomb shelters.
• In one case a father and his 3 sons piled on their mother in a desperate attempt to shield her.
• Elderly neighbors holding onto one another, searching for some semblance of comfort.
• Some in their sunny gardens, others on their shady porches.
• A girl, no older than 15, had her jeans stripped down to the ankles, heart blown out across the floor, her brother in the room next door, with his face splattered on the wall.
• 10% (of the victims I saw) beheaded.
• Dogs laying faithfully next to their owners.
• Burned
• Hacked
• Raped
• Tortured
• and most ominously, missing.
By the end I was covered in every imaginable bodily fluid, utterly numb to the horrific sights & smells.
I won’t forget, I will not allow you to either.
Until 10/7 I was a CEO, now, forged by the pain of steel, a soldier.
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I have changed my profile picture to reflect my current priority.
Professionally speaking, until Saturday 10/7, I was a CEO of FutureGen, a company focusing on next-gen energy projects.
All of that changed when I woke up at 7am. I went outside on a bright, sunny day. Worry free, I sat on my future in-laws porch, sipped my piping hot coffee, and began to read a book. I made it about 2 pages in, when a religious neighbor, ran up the steps on the way to his home, and asked if I heard the news?
The news, I replied, no, today is shabbat (& holiday), I don’t use my phone. What are you talking about?
He proceeded to tell me that something was happening on the border down south. Very quickly I realized that this was not a normal incident. I ran, turned on my phone, and began to watch my algorithm (previously curated specifically to middle eastern OSINT) blow up.
In real time I began watching war crime after war crime. 1000s of rockets, morters, bombs, and rpgs, raining death upon scores of cities near the border. I watched helplessly as dozens, then 100s, then over a 1000 civilians get killed.
I watched soldiers, children, teens, elderly, men & women, even babies, getting brutally kidnapped by captagon-fueled blood-lusting terrorists. In shock, I called my commander, who told me to prepare my emergency kit, and get ready to meet at our teams predisclosed location.
Having been in Haifa, I put pedal to the metal, and raced to Jerusalem to grab my go-bag and then headed south.
By mid afternoon my team was assembled, and within 24 hrs I was on the front lines.
I proceeded to spend several days in Kfar Aza and the surrounding area. I went house to house, clearing and securing Israeli homes.
My team combed amidst the smoldering ruins, hunting the remaining vile perpetrators that remained elusive, their vicissitudes concealed within the wake of a tsunami of carnage and chaos, desolation and despair.
On day 3, my team and I went through a score of home where we were tasked with searching for & IDing victims, to ascertain whether they were murdered or kidnapped.
Many were slaughtered in their bomb shelters.
• In one case a father and his 3 sons piled on their mother in a desperate attempt to shield her.
• Elderly neighbors holding onto one another, searching for some semblance of comfort.
• Some in their sunny gardens, others on their shady porches.
• A girl, no older than 15, had her jeans stripped down to the ankles, heart blown out across the floor, her brother in the room next door, with his face splattered on the wall.
• 10% (of the victims I saw) beheaded.
• Dogs laying faithfully next to their owners.
• Burned
• Hacked
• Raped
• Tortured
• and most ominously, missing.
By the end I was covered in every imaginable bodily fluid, utterly numb to the horrific sights & smells.
I won’t forget, I will not allow you to either.
Until 10/7 I was a CEO, now, forged by the pain of steel, a soldier.
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