It’s October 7 thousand.

One thousand days since families were burned alive in their homes. Since people were hunted at a music festival. Since children hid in safe rooms begging for help that did not come in time. Since soldiers, medics, police officers, kibbutz security teams and ordinary civilians ran toward hell because there was no one else to send.

One thousand days of war.

The first war is the one everyone can see. The war against Hamas in Gaza. Against the architects of the massacre, the hostage-takers, the men who built tunnels beneath homes, schools and hospitals — who turned civilian neighborhoods into launchpads and command centers — who dragged our people into darkness and then demanded the world forget how this began.

It is the war against Hezbollah in the north, where entire Israeli communities became ghost towns, where families from Kiryat Shmona, Metula, Manara, Shlomi and so many other places have lived out of suitcases for months, waiting to know whether home will ever mean home again.

And it is the war against Iran. Not as an abstraction. Not as some distant regime chanting slogans in another language. But as the organizing force behind so much of this fire. Iran armed, funded and trained the ring of enemies surrounding us. Iran built the axis. Iran lit matches from Gaza to Lebanon to Yemen to Syria. Many nights under missile fire with entire neighborhoods flattened.

This is the war of soldiers sleeping in dust. Of reservists who have spent hundreds of days away from their families.

Of parents refreshing the news with one hand while packing school lunches with the other. Of children who know far too much about interception systems and safe rooms.

Of funerals where the speeches are unbearable because the dead were far too young.

But that is only the first front.

The second war is being fought far from the battlefield.

It is unfolding in university lecture halls, city squares, editorial boardrooms, international institutions, museums,........

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