Dear Hezbollah

I am driving north on Road 90. To my right, the Golan Heights tower over fields of wheat and orange groves: golden, fertile, alive. Straight ahead and on my left, the border with Lebanon. And war.

To the right: peace. To the left: war. To the right a world where it is hard to imagine anything other than tranquillity. To the left an ideology intent on violence and conquest at any price.

Today, eight IDF soldiers were attacked with a drone: one killed, two critically injured. And in Lebanon, no doubt, countless more dead and maimed as Israel continues its campaign to restore security in the north of Israel, lost since the 7 October 2023.

So, Hezbollah, what exactly is this for? We have been fighting this futile war of attrition for decades. We captured Beaufort Castle in 1982, forty-four years ago and here we are in 2026, having just taken it again. Forty years ago, we fought you on this same blood-soaked earth. And here we are again, fighting the same demonic ideology on the same hills, along the same rivers, in the same villages that were already ruins the last time we withdrew from Lebanon.

Lebanese fathers and Israeli fathers fought each other then. Now their sons are being sent to kill each other in the same senseless war.
Nothing has changed. Nothing at all.