even on May 8, 1972 when the phone rang. We’d just fed Michael, who was almost two, full of energy, and showed no sign of wanting to go to bed. “It’s Manno,” said the voice on the line. Brigadier General Emanuel “Manno” Shaked was Dado’s chief of operations. “A plane has been hijacked,” he said. “It’s he

nvisaging the captive crew and passengers, and the terrorists, a few feet above our heads but knowing we were powerless to do anything more to help. Manno had called me not because I’d won my argument to expand the role of the sayeret. It was the luck of the draw. With the growing threat of terrorism, t

even on May 8, 1972 when the phone rang. We'd just fed Michael, who was almost two, full of energy, and showed no sign of wanting to go to bed. "It's Manno," said the voice on the line. Brigadier General Emanuel "Manno" Shaked was Dado's chief of operations. "A plane has been hijacked," he said. "It's he

ost certainly wouldn't work, at least not without major trouble. It would certainly forfeit any chance of surprise. "The mission is yours," he said. "Manno will be in overall command, offshore. Because we're also planning to hit several other targets." The reason for the urgent summons was that the Mossa