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A resident throws rice while welcoming a Lebanese soldier, on Aug. 9, 2026, in Nabatieh, southern Lebanon. (Credit: Mohammad Yassine/L'Orient-Le Jour)
Add as preferred on Google I am the daughter of a member of the military. One of my strongest childhood memories is the pride I felt when my father walked through the gates of my school in uniform. I would puff out my chest and watch my classmates’ faces, hoping they were as impressed as I was.I am the daughter of a member of the military. What I remember most from my summer vacation is the smell of the barracks where my father served. I remember the hot metal of the tanks I used to climb on, the rhythmic thud of soldiers’ boots, the jokes exchanged with soldiers and the lively bustle of the mess hall, where I spent hours. The army was the familiar part of my childhood, my home away from home. Zoom out Disarmament, sanctions: Washington’s approach to Beirut remains unchanged I am the daughter of a member of the military. And I grew up with a simple... You have reached your article limit.Stay informed as events unfold across a region in flux.Subscribe for $0.5/month for the first 3 months. Subscribe now Log in This article is only available to L’Orient Today subscribers. Subscribe now Log in Create a free account to continue reading this article. You’ll also receive The Morning Brief, our must-read daily digest of Middle East news. Opt out anytime Email Address Password Email Address Password I would like to receive special offers from L'Orient Today as well as selections of the best articles. Register By creating an account, you agree to the terms and conditions of use and our privacy policy. Register Or register with: Facebook
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