Today I passed through the ruins of what was once called “Iran Park,” in the Lebanese town of Maroun al-Ras, together with my IDF team. It was a cold and rainy day.

Today I passed through the ruins of what was once called “Iran Park,” in the Lebanese town of Maroun al-Ras, together with my IDF team. It was a cold and rainy day.

But when we arrived, the sun suddenly broke through the clouds. The view was dramatic. Looking south, toward Israel, all you could see was life. Beautiful orchards blooming with flowers. Grape vineyards stretching across the hills. Small Israeli communities with red roofs and gardens.

Then I turned north. All I could see was death. Ruins of Hezbollah outposts. Ruins of homes and........

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