Don Pendleton
Blood Sport
Weep not that the world changes-did it keep a stable, chankeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change. I Robert Burns Take from me the hope that I can change the future, and you will send me mad.
For sure, the world is changing. Whether it's for good or for bad is up to you and me. You and me, pal.
Let us try for good.
This book is dedicated to the eleven Olympic athletes killed at Munich 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.