"Дон Пендлтон. Blood Sport ("Палач" #46) " - читать интересную книгу автора

airport on September 5, 1972, by cowardly fanatics. We must not forget.
Joseph Romano - Weight lifter
David Berger - Weight lifter
Zeev Friedmann - Weight lifter
Yacov Springer - Weight lifting referee
Mark Slavin - Wrestler
Eliezer Halfin - Wrestler
Moshe Weinberg - Wrestling coach
Yosef Gutfreund - Wrestling referee
Andre Spitzer - Fencing coach
Amitzur Shapira - Track coach
Kehat Schorr - Marksman coach

Prologue

For sure, the world had changed beneath Mack Bolan's feet. He had been
born to a triumphal world, reared in a frightened one, matured in a confused
one, plied his manhood in a threatened one. What was next? A dead world? An
enslaved one? Or a world again triumphant and reaching once more for the
stars? Mack Bolan was no prophet, nor was he priest or politician.
He could not preordain a world of justice, freedom and abundance for
all-and he was not sure that he would if he could. Bolan was a soldier, with
a soldier's understanding of moving, forces. He knew that the planet earth
had not been designed with Heaven in mind. It was a place for challenge and
growth, a place where a force called Life raised awareness toward the stars
and dreamed of rest, perhaps only because there is no "rest" in life, nor
obviously had it ever been intended.
Things changed, sure. It had to be. Life was a process, not a thing in
and of itself, but a force moving inexorably along a pattern of continuous
action.
Process means change, yes, but change does not necessarily mean growth;
it may also mean decay... or annihilation. This was Bolan's understanding
and also a large part of his motivation. He lived now in a threatened world,
a world almost literally torn apart by blind forces comstruggling violently
toward a new order, a new stage for its actors, a new definition of "good."
There were currents and crosscurrents in that struggle, tidal pools and
eddies, also "rock and shoals," comz the navy called it, and Bolan knew the
dangers were very real for this threatened world. He did not deal in
personalities, in conventional moralities, in political nuances of right and
wrong. This soldier dealt with a world in trouble, and it would not be a
severe overstatement to say that he worked from a cosmic viewpoint. Some
activities he perceived as beneficial, others as detrimental, to mankind as
a whole. This remarkable warrior was not anti any person, group, cause or
movement. He was pro World, and sought only to keep its changes forever
positive and constructive, forever moving toward growth and away from decay
and/or annihilation. It was, he knew, a struggle of cosmic dimensions.
One of the more troubling aspects for Bolan lay in the realization that
some of those who would face him as antagonists would be as selflessly
motivated by the same concerns that moved him, but with different goals in
mind. Bolan had always respected the true soldier who fights for his idea of