Her thoughts went back to that morning in the valley. She was certain she had gunned down several Arabs at Bab el-Wad. She was astonished to discover that the thought didn’t bother her now. She had been attacked, she had returned fire, her attackers had fallen by the wayside. Could a person really become dulled to it all so quickly? she wondered. Was there such a thing as a just war—and if so, was she on the right side? Or was it really like in the Torah, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth? Was everything just a matter of survival?
