It’s a sunny day, the first after a few days of rain. Looking at the dirt path running along the border with Lebanon, Maj. Fahed Gahder scans the ground. There are pebbles, puddles, and what appear to be footprints, at least to the layman.
Across the valley, Gahder points to a shack “that used to be a Hezbollah outpost.” He kneels, motioning for me to return to the footprint, explaining with a smile that it represented no danger. “It was a cow.”