Every journalist would like to start a report with the words: “All quiet on the western front.” Or the eastern front. And I had actually scribbled “all quiet on the northern front” in my notebook, on my rural way to the far northern village of Kansabba on Syria’s front line opposite Idlib province, when an artillery piece in the forest banged off a
The only massed forces Fisk came across were vast herds of sheep and, close to Aleppo, a string of camels. War might be coming, but not yet.
By Robert Fisk