The Last War
Chapter Three
I was running with a troop of khaki-dressed soldiers, firing away
with the M-16 gun, that I clutched in my hand, as if it was my
only means of salvation. We entered a deserted tenement, from
which a view opened up, of houses ruined and on fire, a panorama
of complete destruction and hopeless end of times. That's how I
felt at that particular moment, that this is the end, the final
end, there is nothing beyond this point, and I am ready to die.
Yes, this was one of the most terrorizing sensation, by
preparedness to die, my submission, my kneeling in front of the
irreversible doom. Out of agony, I fired a round, and as the
empty cartridges hit the floor, a sentence occurred to me, said
in prophetic-like manner of the Bible:
"And the acid shall fall from the skies"...
I woke up with a jerk, cold sweat breaking all over my body,
heart deafeningly pounding in the
chest, and squinted to see VCR's red electronic clock. It was
around 5 AM, which was confirmed
by the voice of a muezzin calling his prayer from the mosque's
tower over the houses of the ancient
Jerusalem. It was me again, Alan Rashi, snapped back to the
mundane reality. Yet...
"I was just being summoned," I told the surrounding
darkness, slightly tinged by the early light of the
approaching Middle Eastern sunrise. Of course, nobody answered
back. However, I sensed there were others at some places, and we
were getting closer with every passing hour and day. But for what
purpose?
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