Art by Avi Katz.
(photo credit: AVI KATZ)
ALON WOKE up immediately at the touch on his shoulder. He tossed off a small flap of sleeping bag, all that covered sweat-damp chest, swung his feet over the side of the top bunk, and looked into the face of his waker. Guy was fully dressed, and looked tired. Alon scratched his crotch with his left hand and tapped his phone with his right.A quarter to two, fifteen minutes before the four-hour shift with Guy at the roadblock.