Chapter 49November 1
THE HARBOR IN HAIFA had readied for the arrivals, that is, until the ships began arriving out of the darkness. The crossing had taken less time than expected. The harbormaster dropped his binoculars and started making phone calls. As if a switch had turned on, the stop action ended and in minutes, the docks were perpetual motion machines. From his perch, the men at work looked like an ant colony. Tugboats moved out, and bells and whistles, the real ones, reverberated throughout the city. A call to Ashdod told him that they too had arrivals. The Americans meant business and delivered on their promises.
The Israeli Prime Minister called, but the president was unavailable, his call forwarded to General Beech. “The president hoped to hear from you. Have our ships arrived
