It was a night of horrors.

Few of us had closed an eye when, at dawn, an officer appeared and ordered us out of the Han.

From our total number about three hundred (including four young men from our village and myself) were picked out and told to make ready to start at once for Saffed, a town in the hills of northern Galilee near the Sea of Tiberias, where our garrison was to be located.

No attention was paid to our requests that we be allowed to return to our homes for a final visit.

That same morning we were on our way to Saffed--a motley, disgruntled crew.
[ILLUSTRATION: SAFFED] It was a four days' march--four days of heat and dust and physical suffering.