...Passage He went back into the hut, straightened his camp bed, cleaned his submachine gun, and pickedup his shaving kit. On his way, among whitewashed eucalyptus trees and clustering notices commending tidiness and discipline, he suddenly remembered that today was Independence Day, the Fifth of Iyar. Today the platoon was to mount a celebratory parachute display in the Valley of Jezebel. He entered the washroom and, while he waited for a free mirror, brushed his teeth, and though, of pretty girls. In an hour and a half, the preparations would be complete, and the platoon would be airborne, on its way to its destination. Throngs of excited civilians would be waiting for them...