“ALL STATIONS, COMMANDER SPEAKING.” It was the night of February 9th, 2025 and an Israeli officer stood flashlit in the gloom of a manmade wasteland. He addressed his troops, unseen in the dark, by radio. “We’re preparing right now to evacuate,” he instructed, then sprinkled his orders with a pinch of optimistic bloodlust. “We’ll be back here, don’t wor…
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