As their gear is being unloaded and stored below decks, Schwartz, Silberberg and Bergman take a long look at each other. Nothing needs to be said. They all realize that this could very well be the last time they see each other.
“I expect to hear from both of you when you arrive on site,” Bergman says, breaking the solemn moment. “Remember, if you’re able to gather the information we need sooner than we have anticipated, move out. Do not remain any longer than you absolutely have to and put yourselves in unnecessary danger.”
Both Schwartz and Silberberg give Bergman a warm hug, both realizing that Bergman is as committed to the mission and anxious for their safety as they are. The three shake hands and board the sub.
Bergman takes one last look at them going aboard and prays God to protect them, for Israel’s sake, for their families’ sakes, and for his sake. Their loss on this mission, which for better or for worse was my idea, would be a burden I would bear for the rest of my life.
Climbing back up into the rental truck, he backs around and heads south to Tel Aviv. His nerves grow tenser with each passing mile – and the knowledge that the mission is actually about to begin.
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