Nice hallucination, Robert thought, but after an hour in which he had almost regained his strength he began to question himself. All they had to do was to set fire to one or two tanks at the head of the convoy and then concentrate on destroying as many British fighters as possible. She did it for you. As cold as the ice-cream I had last year in that nice bar on the banks of the Thames!”
“Well, why don’t you drink water?” Melina asked with slight reproach. Next to him appeared a thick camel-hair blanket on which they both lay down. The German plane’s bullets must have made a crack in the fuel tank. I’m talking to you. Tanks stopped paralyzed and self-propelled guns stopped paralyzed, so from Benghazi convoy after convoy went to the front line, and Robert and his comrades had to protect them. If he reached his own, the lack of his pistol would be the least of his problems, and if he met the Germans, what could he do against a patrol of well-armed soldiers? He still wasn’t quite sure if it was real or just a figment of his imagination. They still seemed like a hallucination to her, but when she doubted it, she put her hand on the can full of water and told herself that she
