Eilat, Israel
The sun wouldn’t rise for another two hours. The sky over Eilat was clear and the second quarter-moon had set hours before. Streetlights, signs, and house lights were all shut down. Energy was no longer something to waste. The only sound on the streets was the omnipresent hum of the air conditioners which made life in the desert bearable. Shulamit was making preparations for the groups that would be heading north in search of relocation opportunities. In the end she had decided that there should be three groups. One group would head up Route 12 along the Egyptian Border and the two others would head up Route 90 along the Jordanian border. Each group would have a jeep and a supply truck. They were taking enough food, water, and fuel for a week, even though the plan was to be out for only three days. Each group consisted of two young soldiers, one older person, and one sailor from the submarine U.S.S. Louisiana. Someone in each group would need to speak fluent Arabic, and one in each group would need to have some medical training in case of emergency.
Angela chose three sailors: Sofie, Margret, and Milly. They arrived before any of the other people. Shulamit appreciated their punctuality. She had posted a jumbo-sized map on the wall. It showed every paved road, dirt road, and trail. The three sailors gathered in front of the map and began to examine their routes. Since the Hebrew speakers had not yet arrived Shulamit...
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