JERICHO 3

Reuven swallowed some of his sandwich then took a long swig from his bottled water.
“Jezreel means ‘God sows.’ Since ancient times, this area has been the most fertile agricultural land in all of Palestine. It has always been strategic land. Jezreel and the Esdraelon plain is the only east-west access between the Mediterranean and the Jordan Valley. This was the major north-south trade route between Mesopotamia, or ancient Greece and Egypt. With the desert to the east and both sides of the Jordan River blocked by highlands – and access to the Jordan valley quite minimal thanks to the Dead Sea – most travel ran through the Valley of Jezreel.”
“And wars,” Omid added.
“Yes, and wars. It became a corridor for invading armies. It was the most level land in the area, perfect for battles.”
“From Gideon to World War I,” Omid added. “This land was once controlled by the Canaanites who had chariots, mighty chariots. The Canaanites were people from the Gaza Strip, West Bank and Lebanon.”
“It was Gideon, the mighty warrior, the destroyer, the judge of the Hebrews, who defeated the Midianites and Amalikites right here,” Reuven said.
“But Gideon tested God twice, first with a fleece of wool that was wet, then one that was dry the next morning,” Omid said filling in the details.
“Gideon was facing a mighty enemy, but he had 32,000 men among the ranks of his army. God said he had too many men. If Gideon won the battle with an army that large, the men would claim victory because of their sheer numbers and because of their might. So Gideon allowed all those who wanted to go home, the permission to leave. More than 22,000 went home. But God told Gideon that 10,000 soldiers were still too many.”
Omid finished the story.
“Gideon took his men down to the water to let them drink. God told him to watch and separate those men who lapped the water with their tongues like dogs, from those who kneeled down to drink. Only 300 men lapped the water to their mouth from their hands. So Gideon marched this army of 300 to the enemy camp. Everyone was given a trumpet and a clay jar with a torch hidden inside. Trumpets blew, and fires raged, as Gideon and his 300 men defeated a far superior army, the Midianites.”
All three men fell silent.
“You share a common knowledge of history,” Camp said.
“We share much of the same history,” Reuven said.
“We shared both sides of many wars,” Omid punctuated.
“Too many wars,” Reuven concluded. “King Solomon fortified the ancient fortress of Megiddo to guard the pass. It was here that Jehu’s army defeated the armies of Jezebel which started bloodshed in the Northern Kingdom that lasted for years. And it was at Megiddo that King Josiah was killed as he tried to block the Egyptians from marching through the pass to save the Assyrians who were, themselves, trapped by the Babylonians.”
“Perhaps nowhere else on earth has there been as much bloodshed and violence than right here in this peaceful valley,” Omid said. “Megiddo is still the name used…your har megiddo, Reuven, and your Armageddon, Camp…the ultimate symbol for war and conflict.”
Camp stood and stepped up on a rock. He held out his arms and embraced the warm breeze as it hit his face.
“Does it really have to be this way?” Camp asked.
“I don’t wish for your annihilation, Reuven; most Muslims don’t either. The vast majority of Muslims are willing to live in peace. Yes, we’d like a Palestinian state, but we don’t need Israel to be destroyed.”
“What about the Twelvers?” Reuven asked. “Don’t they need Israel to be destroyed, in order to usher in the Twelfth Imam?”
“Their theology is bent; it doesn’t feel right. Not all Twelvers believe this, Reuven.”
“Most?”
“Yes, most of them do,” Omid finally conceded. “But I don’t want the blood of Iran to flow through the Valley of Jezreel up to the horse’s bridle.”
“What about the nuclear program, colonel? What will that mean for Israel?” Reuven asked.
“You have the power to kill me right now, Reuven. Israel has the power to destroy all of Iran and our Persian homeland. America and Russia could destroy both of us if they chose to. If I tell you something…can you assure me that Iran will not be destroyed?”
“I don’t have that kind of power, Farid…you know that.”
“If there’s any hope, any hope that we can all live as neighbors in this holy and ancient land, I believe there must be an Islamic Reformation, where faithful Muslims can reject radical thought while remaining faithful to Allah. But we need a Palestinian homeland, too.”
“Share the plan, Omid. The three of us are standing in Armageddon. Let’s not fill this valley up with blood,” Camp pleaded as he sat down.
Finn and Yitzhak watched from the ridgeline of Megiddo as Omid spoke for nearly two hours. He shared every detail of the plan he had heard during the meeting in Qoms. He told them about Kazi and the Unity Festival, the MISIRI and their plans for the King of Saudi Arabia, nuclear warheads, a thousand Shahab missiles, a million men on the Iraqi border, and the 8-minute and 53-second clock that would become Armageddon.
The three men, a Christian, a Jew and a Muslim, discussed ways to neutralize the plan, though each knew that even if the plan receded temporarily, the mutual hate would not. The tension might subside, but a new plan would emerge.