Where the Desert Meets the Sea

by Werner Sonne

At first, I thought it had to be that way; it was a part of war, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. The toll that must be paid to make Germany great again.

“Bloody Arabs,” cursed Higgins. “Only thing worse are the Jews.” Josef raised an eyebrow. “Uh, sorry, sir, I mean—of course there’s also your friendly Jews, right? You know what I mean.”

A German lieutenant serving with the Arab Liberation Army. They never give up, do they? Always some German wanting to kill us Jews.”