Cast a Giant Shadow Page #10

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Is that the language you|use here in a monastery?

I'm sorry, Aluf Stone.|I didn't recognize you.

I guess it's foolish.

After all, only a couple of|hours till the cease-fire.

Stay alert.

The Arabs might still use it|as a trick to launch an attack.

Let 'em try.

- What's your name?|- Chaim.

Tell your friends it's official now.

We're marching into Jerusalem|in the morning.

Through the back door,|sure, but we made it.

And when anyone asks you how we did it,|tell them you did it.

- That's an order from your commander.|- Okay, Mickey.

You're an insubordinate SOB.|You'll go far, Chaim.

- Chaim.|- Tov.

If you knew the trouble I had|to get by the sentries...

Such an army we have now!|So West Point!

Something is wrong.

Magda...

...I've fallen in love.

Your wife, I know.

What has that to do with us?

- You're being very European.|- I am very European.

I live with what is,|not what I would like it to be.

I can't live that way.

Not anymore.

See, when Emma said I could go...

...I knew it was time|to stop running after everything.

Excitement, war...

I don't want to listen.

I know everything before you say it.|I've heard it before.

Did you know that...

You never said it to me.

Now.

I'm saying it now, because we're here|at the monastery of Abu Ghosh...

...on the road to Jerusalem.

You're standing beneath a rosebush|in the moonlight.

But how would you look in|Brooklyn plucking a chicken?

What?

I'm going home, Magda, for good.

For damn good.

I guess I've been in love with Emma|all my life, and I wouldn't admit it.

Now I'm picking a rose for her.

I'll take it to her as if|I were the schnook lawyer...

...she always wanted me to be.

Run, Magda.

Run for your life.|The schnooks are taking over the world.

Shalom, Mickey.

You bastard.

Chaim, I don't know what you|think I was doing there...

...but I wasn't learning Hebrew.

I don't want to fight anymore.

I wanna go to bed,|and then I'm going home.

Mrs. David Marcus, 482 Westminster|Road Brooklyn, New York.

Your husband fell last|night at his post...

...In the hills of Jerusalem,|the last casualty before the truce.

During the too-short time|of his being with us...

...as a man, and as a|commander, he endeared himself...

...to all who came Into|personal contact with him.

His name will live forever|In the annals of our people.

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