Tom shook his head. "I don't remember anything since the explosion," he said.
"Well, unfortunately, the war didn't go so well," she continued. "Israel fought hard but it soon became apparent that the Arabs were getting the upper hand. The United States and Britain tried to help by providing emergency supplies and food. I think they could have done more, but a lot of their politicians kept saying they couldn't afford a war, especially after both countries lost so many people just two months earlier in the Disaster. Then it was discovered that the Russians were supplying arms to the Arabs. Of course, the Russians denied it, but the U.N. Security Council voted to set up a blockade of the Arab ports."
"You're kidding! How on earth did they ever get the vote past the Russian delegate on the Security Council?" Tom asked.
"That's the really strange thing. The Russian delegate didn't show up for the vote," Rhoda answered.
"That's crazy," Tom blurted. "The Russians made that mistake in 1950 when they boycotted the U.N. because of its exclusion of Red China. That's what allowed the Security Council action against their allies in Korea. The Russians would never let that happen a second time."
"Well, I don't understand it, but they did," Rhoda said.
"I don't know what the big mystery is," Joel said, sarcastically. "I think they had the whole thing planned ahead of time."
"What do you mean?" asked Tom.
"Joel, just let me tell the story," Rhoda said. "You can give us your theories later."
"Sure, go ahead. But he'll figure it out pretty quickly for himself if he's got half a brain."
"Where was I? You made me forget," Rhoda chided her brother.
"The U.N. voted for a blockade," Joel reminded her.
"Okay, so there were a lot of charges back and forth but finally the Russians agreed not to provide any more arms to the Arabs, and the U.N. agreed not to impose the blockade. A few days later things seemed to be changing in Israel's favor. We had taken back a lot of land that we lost earlier and what was left of our Air Force was clobbering the Arab air and ground forces.
"Then the Israeli Intelligence – the Mossad – found out that because the Libyans couldn't get additional conventional weapons from the Russians, they were planning to launch a chemical attack. To prevent that, the Israeli Air Force launched a preemptive strike against the Libyan chemical weapons storage facilities. Unfortunately most of the air strike didn't get through because the Libyans anticipated the attack.
"When it became apparent that there was no other way for Israel to stop the chemical attack, Prime Minister Greenberg sent a message to the Libyans saying that if Israel was attacked with chemical weapons, we would immediately respond with a massive nuclear attack on Libya."
"So Israel finally admitted it has nukes?" Tom asked.
"The exact wording of the message wasn't released to the press, but he apparently made it very clear that's what he meant," Joel answered.
"Anyway," Rhoda continued, "despite their agreement with the U.N., the Russians agreed to sell the Arabs additional conventional weapons, claiming it was the only way to prevent a chemical/nuclear exchange."
"Yeah," Joel interjected. "It was a perfect excuse for the Russians to do exactly what they wanted in the first place."
Tom still didn't understand what Joel was driving at, but for now he let it pass. Rhoda continued. "So the Mossad tracked the Russian ships they thought were going to deliver the arms to Libya, and just before they entered Libyan waters, our Air Force attacked. They sank four cargo ships and a bunch of escort vessels, but it turned out the whole thing was a decoy. While most of the Israeli Air Force was busy in the Mediterranean and the army was busy with the Arabs on our borders, advance teams of Russian commandos landed north of Tel Aviv and took over an airstrip. The whole thing must have been planned perfectly because no sooner had they taken the airstrip than Russian troops and equipment began landing."
"Wait a second," Tom said. "You mean Joel was telling the truth about Tel Aviv being occupied by the Russians?!"
"Not just Tel Aviv," Joel answered. "It's the whole country."
"Man, what a world to wake up to!"
"Yeah, seems that some of the Russians weren't happy with the way things have worked out since the collapse of the Soviet Union," Joel said. "Some of them still want to rule the world. Of course, they told the U.N. they were simply responding to our 'unprovoked' attack on their naval vessels, and that they were really just a peacekeeping force. They said their only intention in occupying Israel was to prevent a chemical/nuclear war. And just to make it seem more legitimate they brought a few troops from Ethiopia, Somalia, and a few other countries so they could say it was an 'international' peacekeeping force. Only now they refuse to leave."
The next morning Tom awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of Rhoda Felsberg's voice calling his name.
"Mr. Donafin, are you awake?" It was hard for her to be sure with his eyes bandaged.
"Yes," Tom answered.
"Do you feel like having some breakfast?"
"That sounds great, thank you. But actually the first thing on my mind is finding the bathroom."
"I can bring you a bedpan, or if you feel like you're ready to walk a few steps, I'll guide you there."
Tom was already standing, though his legs felt incredibly unsure beneath him. "I think I'm ready for the real thing," he said.
"Come on then," she said, and put his hand on her arm to lead him through the apartment.
"I'll take it from here," Tom said when he felt tile instead of carpet beneath his bare feet.
"Can you find your way back to your room? I need to go check the breakfast."
"Sure," Tom said. "I'll bet I can even find the kitchen."
Rhoda set the table for two and finished cooking the meal. She watched as Tom slowly made his way to the kitchen but did not offer help or interference. "A little to the left," she said finally, as he was about to walk into a doorjamb.
When Tom found the table and sat down, Rhoda noticed even through the bandages that he had a very strange look on his face. "Is something the matter?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," he said. "When I was in the bathroom I noticed something that didn't seem… uh… quite right. I, uh, well… I… " Tom stammered for another moment. Had he been able see, he would have seen the look of embarrassment on Rhoda's face as she realized what he was talking about. "Never mind," he said finally, and Rhoda was glad to let the subject drop.
"I have some good news," Rhoda said, quickly changing the subject. "I called an ophthalmologist friend and he said he can see you first thing tomorrow."
"That's great!" Tom said.
"Don't get too excited, yet. He only said he could examine you and try to get the rest of the glass out, not that he can get you admitted for surgery."
"Oh. Well, maybe he can at least tell me what my chances are of getting my sight back."
"Yeah, that's what I'm hoping for."
"You, know," Tom added, "there's no reason I have to have the surgery done here, is there? I could go back to the States."
"Well, yes, you could," Rhoda said hesitantly. "Ben Gurion Airport is in pretty bad shape, but I understand that the Russians are still letting a few flights out."
Tom noticed an unexpected hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Speaking of the States," Rhoda continued. "Isn't there anyone you need to call to let them know you're alive?"
Her voice said she was fishing for something she didn't want to ask outright. Tom let it pass and replied to her direct question. "I don't have any family," he said. "My parents, two brothers and a sister all died in a car wreck when I was six. That's how I got this mangled-looking skull. I was the only one to survive."
"Sounds like you've had your share of close calls," Rhoda offered.