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Minggu, 06 Oktober 2013

THE GREEN KING (part 65)






THE GREEN KING (part 65)


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The Candlesticks of Bogota

In the beginning, Yoel Bainish showed remarkable abilities as a preparer, his specially being, without doubt, an incendiary explosive made from three parts of potassium chlorate to which was added one equal part of pineresin and one part of powdered sugar. (This last ingredient delighted him; it reminded him of a cooking recipe).

In the beginning only. When it came to real action, he turned it over to Reb Klimrod. Reb’s total lack of fear in all circumstances was obvious from the start. In all the teams trained by Dov Lazarus, whether for Irgun or Stern, there was never a lack of courage, sometimes bordering on recklessness. Reb was different. And not only his complete indifference to danger. Many members of Begin’s Assult Force were camp survivors, often the only surviving members of their families. They were not intimidated by death, and his fighting was sometimes their only way to remain sane, by giving them a reason to live. Reb was just like that then. But there was something else: he never took part in any discussion of he Jewish state. In this respect, he was like Dov Lazarus. For Lazarus, politics were an abstraction, and he lived only for action. This wasn’t the case with Reb, of course, but from the start, there was between them surprising, but real, rivalry and complicity.

The mission of September 28, 1945, consisted of the ambush of a small British columb on a road seven and a half miles north-east of Ascalon. Fifteen men took part in it, under the command of a man known to Bainish only as Eliahou. The others were to give priority to the destruction of equipment over the execution of British soldiers, and to break away at the first signal. It was essentially a movement of harassment, aiming, according to Begin’s expression, to give the British the feeling they were ‘sitting on a nest of scorpions.’





TO BE CONTINUED


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