Someone in Lebanon who just happened to have some old Katyusha rockets lying around shot them off at Nahariya this morning. Apparently it wasn't the Lebanese military, nor was it the other Lebanese military Hezbullah. It could have been all sorts of people, we're told. Lebanon is that sort of place: have rockets, will shoot. Or, conversely, "If you build it (a Jewish State) they will come (with their rockets, suicide vests, or whatever else seems appropriate)"
All the systems immediately kicked in, since we've learned our lessons from 2006. The mayor got on the radio and announced the school children would go home. The IDF commander who's in charge of such things got on the radio and made his announcements, most of which were to assure the listeners that before getting on the radio he had checked this that and the other, and everything was in place.
The head of the municipal hospital was also called onto the broadcast. Veteran readers of this blog will have noticed that hospitals interest me for what they tell about their society, so of course I listened closely. He told about the two nice old ladies that had been injured but would be OK, and that the underground wing of the hospital with its wards, operating theatres and everthing was operative, and that he was in connection with the mayor and the army and everyone else and it's all under control. He's got an important job, and in times of war it gets even more important.
His name, by the way, is Massad Barhoum, and he's an Arab.