He descended further and just as the indicator needle reached the bottom, he saw before him a small plateau that ended in a wadi, the dry bed of a river. She looked in the packet of pesmits and tore one in half, and threw it towards the fennec, that’s what she had heard these desert foxes were called. Something was not as he had imagined it would be. 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. His eyes were sore from so much sun, and because the scarf had slipped from his head, it was also beating directly in his eyes. If he reached his own, the lack of his pistol would be the least of his problems, and if he met the Germans, what could he do against a patrol of well-armed soldiers? Cold water?”
Robert began to
