Jennings held his position until the rounded glacis plate of the lead Centurion dipped and the tank halted just two feet away from him. Right up to that moment he was fairly sure he was going to be run down but his prayers were answered just in time to avoid it. There seemed to be a deathly silence as Jennings stared at the buttoned-up tank now idling and rumbling close enough for him to touch by just stretching out an arm. He heard the clash of bolts slamming home on live rounds at his back but didn’t turn or take his eyes off the lead tank. He could trust his guys to hold their fire—unless the tanks started rolling again. Jennings had to come up with a way to keep that from happening.
He heard the clunk of a turret hatch opening and looked up to spot a grinning Israeli tank commander pe
