The Last Israelis - an Apocalyptic, Military Thriller about an Israeli Submarine and a Nuclear Iran

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them aloud.
    “Let’s walk to the fence at the end of the lawn, so we have a bit more time,” Yoni suggested.
    As they walked, Bao searched in vain for a certain topic that he had wanted to mention before they concluded their short visit. Yoni thought that Bao just wasn’t sure what to say in their last minutes together.
    “I’m serious about going to Vietnam,” he began. “We’re taking a trip there when you come back.” But Bao finally realized what he had wanted to say and skipped to that topic instead.
    “Yoni, do me a favor and stop going to those leftist demonstrations against the occupation. The UK fucking boycotts you anyway. There’s something undignified and pathetic about advocating for their cause when they attack you.”
    “But it’s not their cause, and I don’t do it for them or their approval. I do it for the future of our country.”
    “The future? Why do you think ending the occupation will improve anything?”
    “Because that is the root cause of this conflict. That’s why there’s war and terrorism.”
    “That’s such bullshit. What about all of the war and terrorism before 1967, when there was no occupation?”
    “I’m not saying the other side is perfect. They brainwash their kids to hate Israel at a very early age in the West Bank and Gaza. I know that. And I know that there is constant incitement in the Palestinian mosques and media. But land for peace is the only formula that can solve this conflict.”
    “Why do you think that?”
    “Look at the peace we got with Egypt in exchange for giving back the Sinai. It’s been a cold peace of thirty years, but that’s still better than thirty years of war.”
    “Yeah, but let’s see if that peace lasts another thirty years. Or if the peace can be toppled as easily as the regime that made it.”
    “Every peace starts with thirty years, including those that last a hundred years.”
    “Maybe. But we already tried land for peace with the Palestinians.”
    “You mean the 1947 UN Partition Plan? Or Barak’s peace offer in 2000?”
    “No, I mean the Disengagement of 2005. We evicted ten thousand Israelis from their homes in Gaza and handed over the entire territory to the Palestinians. What did we get as a thank you? Eight thousand rocket attacks threatening a million civilians in the South. That’s not land for peace. That’s land for war.”
    Yoni was growing impatient with the conversation, mostly because he didn’t want to say goodbye on such a strident note. He needed to lighten the tone and change the topic. “Since when did you become such a right-winger, hovering around at the bottom of the sea?”
    “I’m not a right-winger, Yoni. If anything, I’m a leftist who became a realist after the facts kept disappointing him. The messy history of this conflict should make anyone doubt simple-sounding solutions like ‘Just end the occupation and we’ll have peace.’”
    “OK, so what’s your solution?”
    “I’m not saying I have one. That’s why I’m not in government and don’t ever plan to be. I hire politicians to figure this shit out.”
    “Anyway, can we not say goodbye on such a political note?”
    “You’re right…I’m sorry. We don’t usually talk politics. But there was something about those UK boycotts that really got under my skin.”
    “I know. They infuriate me too. They’re so unfair and so clueless, that you don’t even know where to begin.”
    “Begin by curing cancer. That’ll show’em.”
    “Indeed.”
    They arrived at the fence. “I should get going now.” Yoni could see that Bao wanted to keep the goodbye as heterosexual as possible with other sailors walking by.
    Yoni gave him a bear hug and whispered in his ear, “I love you, Bao.”
    “I love you too, Yoni…Too bad you can’t be on the submarine with me, when I decide to come out on this mission.”
    Yoni disengaged from their hug and his face lit up. “Really?”
    “I think so…We’ll see…You’ll know for sure when I

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