As the three men again protested all at once, Cassie held up her hand to silence them.

"But she's not all the way out of it yet," the man holding me protested.

The man protested at first, but the woman hustled him out.

The man protested and gestured back across the fields, then at his wife.

The older man had protested that there really was nothing more to tell.

Now young men protest his rule in the streets of Gaza.

"There is nothing you must fear," protested the old man.

The old man protested that of course he had not.

"But we kept killing more of them," protested the other man.

"You don't have to keep talking about what we're missing," protested the man.