Hello, everyone. So you know, I am still going to spend most of my time (on the Board) on Not Our Hour. That being said, everyone is welcome to add to the story.
Golda Meir hissed through her teeth. Nervously, she tapped on the desk, breathing more and more heavily. The generals and ministers present were motionless, looking into their empty glasses or at the floor.
"Madame," said one Army officer. "The American shipment is not going to arrive until the 19th. By that time, the Egyptians, with their latest Kalashnikov's and RPG's, will crush us! It's time we accept just how desperate our situation is, and activate our last resort."
The Prime Minister did not acknowledge him. After a moment, she turned to Moshe Dayan, who sighed and, biting his lower lip, titled his head up and down. "Tomorrow, the Soviets will give them the weapons that they will use to murder every last Jewish man, woman, and child between the Jordan and Tel Aviv. Besides, it's not like we're destroying cities."
"It's still terrible."
Dayan nodded more thoroughly this time.
"Indeed, Madame. But it is, as my esteemed countryman explained, a last resort."
She looked toward the window, then back toward her staff. She stood up, and they followed. "Make the preparations. I want our planes to be up in the air in three hours. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Madame."
"I also want a map pointing out the targets."
"Of course."
"Go!"
Golda Meir hissed through her teeth. Nervously, she tapped on the desk, breathing more and more heavily. The generals and ministers present were motionless, looking into their empty glasses or at the floor.
"Madame," said one Army officer. "The American shipment is not going to arrive until the 19th. By that time, the Egyptians, with their latest Kalashnikov's and RPG's, will crush us! It's time we accept just how desperate our situation is, and activate our last resort."
The Prime Minister did not acknowledge him. After a moment, she turned to Moshe Dayan, who sighed and, biting his lower lip, titled his head up and down. "Tomorrow, the Soviets will give them the weapons that they will use to murder every last Jewish man, woman, and child between the Jordan and Tel Aviv. Besides, it's not like we're destroying cities."
"It's still terrible."
Dayan nodded more thoroughly this time.
"Indeed, Madame. But it is, as my esteemed countryman explained, a last resort."
She looked toward the window, then back toward her staff. She stood up, and they followed. "Make the preparations. I want our planes to be up in the air in three hours. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Madame."
"I also want a map pointing out the targets."
"Of course."
"Go!"