Not to mention the kid whose leg was blown off by a Kassam while buying an ice cream in the corner shop. About 8-9 years ago some friends and I visited an acquaintance in Sderot. When we arrived the first thing he did was to show us his reinforced concrete security room. He then said "If the siren sounds, we all go straight to this place and wait. Waddya know an hour later in the middle of coffee and cake the siren goes off, we make it to the space followed by a tremedous crump of the rocket landing 2 streets away (no one hurt, material damage only). I was shaken by the force of the explosion even with all my experience in the mob and living on the Lebanon border.
I'm surprised 90% of kids there don't have PTSD.