It was a calm, steamy night in Bone last week, and the residents of Algeria's fourth largest city (pop. 120,000) slept comfortably in the knowledge that, despite nearly five strife-torn years of war, the F.L.N. had never dared attack a big town. But less than three miles away, bivouacked in a French orange grove midway between the city and Bone's airport, a commando force of 47 rebels waited tensely for dawn.
The tight French defenses on the Morice Line had been partially flooded, and the rebels had slipped through them the day before...
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