As always, the carefully laid plans were thrown into disarray because now the German Messerschmitts changed tactics and engaged in air-to-air combat, determined to clear the skies of British fighters. He was going slower and slower, and he realized that at this rate he would never make the road to Tobruk. 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. Finally, just as the sun was about to set and its last rays were caressing the hillside on which they stood, Melina’s voice was heard, a little sadder than usual:
“Tomorrow you’ll be with your folks, so… He gasped and got up, realizing that every minute counted, especially now, when he was at full strength. He would have to save some more to last him the rest of the way, but if it still wasn’t real what did it matter.
