These are future IDF commanders practice infantry maneuvers in thickets that resemble those found in Lebanon – lots of trees, plants and shrubbery.
We took this image from the IDF Spokesperson’s Office, which also wrote the above inscription.
I shudder at the talk of war. I hate war. I’m not trying to sound liberal or enlightened. I hate war viscerally. I was 12 during the ’67 war and didn’t like it, despite all the miracles. I remember my dad’s ashen face during the three weeks before that miraculous victory. He had seen war. He knew war could come at you and everything you thought would be there forever is suddenly a small heap of rubble. My dad taught me to hate war.
Both my dad and I also recognized that at some point you must fight. We were not pacifists. We just hated war.
I was a soldier in a terrible war, in ’73. It was even more hateful than the one before.
I hated every single war we’ve had to endure.
In the poll we ran over bombing Iran, I checked the option “Avoid attacking at all costs.”
Only 73 out of a total of 1,016 voters sided with me. And 31 chose “Do nothing.”
Seeing this image of sweet Israeli boys preparing to do war in a Lebanese terrain frightens me. I could recite as well as anyone else the sound reasons that exist to send them into yet another war. I only pray we won’t.
Avoid attacking at all costs. I suppose what I really mean is “Avoid attacking for as long as absolutely possible.” Obviously, I don’t mean we should take it on the chin if our somewhat unstable neighbors to the north decide to go nuts on us.
But I can’t bear the thought of yet another war. I’m not ready.