At 4:15, in the cool Jerusalem dawn of a Jewish Sabbath, the British struck. Tommies seized the three-storied, pink stone headquarters of the Jewish Agency on King George Road, toted away its files. The British slapped a curfew on much of Palestine; truckloads of raiding parties in full war kit rounded up more than a thousand Jews, including the Agency leaders. Except for the armored cars and truckloads of British troops, Jerusalem was a ghost town. Jewish children had a hilarious time taunting guards into chasing them. Many a Tommy obliged. But...
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