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...Suez, once home to 268,000 people, now has 10,000. In Ismailia, nearly every building has been shattered by bombs or pocked by shell holes, and the city's 100,000 former citizens have joined 400,000 other onetime canalside residents as squatters in Cairo and Alexandria. Port Tewfik, at the southern end, needs virtually to be rebuilt. Aside from a few peasants tilling the land, the only population on the Egyptian side is military, including as many as seven divisions of infantry. On the eastern bank, the Israelis are deeply entrenched in shellproof bunkers...
...Cape of Good Hope more cheaply than the smaller tankers that used to ply the canal. The Trans-Israel Pipeline now transports 19 million tons of oil a year, from Eilat to Ashkelon. Egypt, with French and Italian aid, will begin building its own $210 million pipeline from Port Suez to Alexandria this summer...
...historic military presence from the Far East. The huge naval yard and three airbases in Singapore are being turned over to the local government; the Persian Gulf bases of Bahrain and Sharjah will be closed down well before the end of next year; and Aden has become a port of call for the Russian navy and a barracks for wayward Arab guerrillas...
...even an afterthought of empire, but rather, a byproduct of the empire's collapse. Its first military use was as a secret Royal Navy supply base (code-named Port T) during World War II. Abandoned after the war, it was resurrected in 1957 as a substitute for an R.A.F. staging base in Ceylon, which had come under political attack. It is a supposedly vital relay station in Britain's high-frequency military radio link, and is zeroed in on the Skynet military communications satellite. But Gan does not have attack capability. Its only missiles are small weather rockets...
...scene insinuates itself early in the reader's mind. The place is London, one of those comfortable, leathered clubs with high-back wing chairs and good port. Across the table, C. Aubrey Smith, his mustache drooping imperially, leans forward in his scarlet mess dress tunic to rearrange the saltcellars, silverware and apples on the table before him. There are proud mutterings of hussars, lancers, and Royal Scots Greys, tones of awe for the Panzergrenadiers. "There they were," he announces with grave mien. "And over here, a thin red line...