"The helpless, trapped feeling. . .the rage that rises inside you, tearing through your fatigue. And you're just so tired. . .so worn out physically. . . that some desperate instinct takes over, telling you to attack. Half crazy from the constant pounding. So that you want. . .not even want. . .that you're forced into this thing. Like your will is being pushed out through the top of your skull. Something. And saying no to that urge. . .almost sexual . . .seems so unfair, and beyond the strength of any man. "But it's wrong, an irretrievable mistake, and you know it. A fatal error that you're just not allowed in that situation. "Internal warfare. . .and its relation to....." At last the weariness of true sleep was coming over him. But one more thought remained unspoken. "And the hardest thing, unlike before. It's not just my own life that's at stake, but those of all my men..... My men. How did I ever get into all of this? This power and responsibility. I never wanted it. Just my own piece of mind..... Aahh." Tomorrow was another day. Maybe in the morning things would look brighter. Morning. How meaningless the pilgrimage from Earth had made that word. There would be no dawn, no rising of the sun, only a different angle facing it. 'YET DAWN IS EVER THE HOPE OF MEN.' TOLKIEN, THE TRENCHES, WORLD WAR I. BULLETS POPPING IN THE MUD..... He rolled over onto the side on which he slept, the microphone still in his hand. "Trench fever. The veterans hospitals. Feeling he would never get well....." FEVER. . .NEVER GET WELL. COLD FEVER. NEVER GET WELL..... NEVER. . .FEELING. With that he fell asleep. And the next day, he rose again to face the onslaught. Part, the Last When the Zionists took Israel, Land of their deepest fathers With just cause, and more than that It raised the hopes of many, that empty, horrible Holocaust Would not be utterly meaningless. Writers, artists, and musicians Jew and Gentile, belief and disbelieving Flocked to this new human banner In tribute to this triumph of the soul--- 'Exodus' it was called--- Imparting unto the new inhabitants, the more so Because the darkness still remained Blank checks of righteousness. Even Wouk, who walked with honesty and selflessness through two-thousand pages Rightly. Hoping perhaps, to help the prophesy fulfill Even he, at the end, made this mistake. For it is not enough to be right The heart must also remain true. "Goyim kill Goyim, and they come to hang the Jews."*