My Summer with Jihadis

My Summer With Jihadis

Hezbollah may seem diminished, but its young fighters in southern Lebanon are as dedicated as ever. One told me: 'I give my time. I give my money. I give my blood,' writes Winston Marshall for The Free Press.

My Summer with Jihadis

‘You are from Europe? Ah, Hitler!” The young Islamist—he couldn’t have been older than 25—flashed two thumbs up at me with a smile.“You like Hitler?” I asked, taken aback. With his dark-green fatigues and wispy facial hair, he looked more like a Cuban revolutionary than a Hezbollah militant. His colleague beside him had the same face and moustache as Che Guevara.“Yes, of course. He killed the yahood.”“And you, you like Hitler?”It was a question …