If it hadn’t been for the water jug that filled up daily with cool, fresh water, he might have thought it was just a figment, but so? He still wasn’t quite sure if it was real or just a figment of his imagination. He didn’t hesitate any longer, pulled out the landing gear and dropped the airplane toward the slope, which turned out to be rockier than it looked from above. This meant that Stukas were arriving in small numbers and could not risk being shot down by the British. different.”
“Different how?”
She felt the voice hesitate, but finally it answered:
“We, all of us, are just energy… Half an hour ago he and his comrades were still providing aerial protection for a convoy of tankers carrying gasoline from Benghazi to Tobruk, for it was useless to advance the front if the blood of war, as gasoline was still called, did not arrive on time.
