The Sum of All Fears [antikvár]

PROLOGUE 'Like a wolf on the fold.' In recounting the Syrian attack on the Israeli-held Golan Heights at 1400 local time on Saturday, October 6th, 1973, most commentators automatically recalled Lord Byron's famous line. There is also little doubt that that is precisely what the more literarily inclined Syrian commanders had in mind when they placed the final touches on the operations plans that would hurl more tanks and guns at the Israelis than any of Hitler's vaunted panzer generals had ever dreamed of having. However, the sheep found by the Syrian Army that grim October day were more like bighorn rams in autumn rut than the more docile kind found in pastoral verse. Outnumbered by roughly nine to one, the two Israeli brigades on the Golan were crack units. The 7th Brigade held the northern Golan and scarcely budged, its defensive network a delicate balance of rigidity and flexibility. Individual strongpoints held stubbomly, channeling the Syrian penetrations into rocky defiles, where they could be pinched off and smashed by roving bands of Israeli armor which lay in wait behind the Purple Line. By the time reinforcements began arriving on the second day, the situation was still in hand - but barely. By the end of the fourth day, the Syrian tank army that had fallen upon the 7th lay a smoking ruin before it. The Barak ('Thunderbolt') Brigade held the southern heights and was less fortimate. Here the terrain was less well-suited to the defense, and here also the Syrians appear to have been more ably led. Within hours the ' ,1 I i 1.1 . Broken Arrow h- K, } 1' : i ¦ ¦ i