Days of Lead
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Moshe Rashkes. Days of Lead
Foreword. By Senator (Ret.) Max Cleland
preface. by Arik Rashkes
Chapter 1. The Hill
Chapter 2. The Camp
Chapter 3. The Convoy
Chapter 4. The Trap
Chapter 5. The Road to Jerusalem
Chapter 6. Sight
Chapter 7. Night
Chapter 8. The Stains
Chapter 9. The Few
Chapter 10. Nightmare
Chapter 11. The Order
Chapter 12. A Fading Twilight
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It was a great honor for me to be asked to pen an introduction to this important book, which received excellent reviews and was printed in Israel in nine editions.
The greatness of this book is to be found in its atmosphere, which enables readers to identify deeply with the author, as if they themselves were on the battlefield, experiencing the terrible pain and sensation of loss.
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My head hung to one side, humming and buzzing spasmodically. A grating noise pounded in my ears like a rusty saw, and drops fell softly somewhere in my bursting skull. Drums roared against my temples—loud drums. They swelled up into a crescendo. I pressed my burning cheeks against the sunbaked stones. I felt their cool, smooth surface. My lips quivered in longing for a little moisture. I held them against the stones, which still held some of the spit and blood I had vomited up. I sucked the wet stones thirstily. They gave me a few minutes of chill relief. But soon their cool touch became a feeling of burning fire. The fire of thirst.
Thirst . . . I was boiling all over. A bellows blew in my veins, blowing heat and flame. My tongue burned, my parched palate was on fire. My throat was choked by the mixture of spit and salty blood. The darkness that covered my eyes gradually lifted. Its place was taken by the dim image of the sun. I could feel its warmth through my closed eyes. It came closer and closer to me, a ball of fire—turning and boiling, swirling and blazing—until it became a huge purple spider, which put its white-hot hands on me, clasped my shrinking body, and vomited a sea of molten lava into me. I was burning, scorching! All the moisture in my body had gone. In another minute my flesh would burst, like land tormented by drought. “Water! Water!” But my voice choked and faded away. My dry lips moved up and down, but I couldn’t make a sound.
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