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Chapter 9

           Outsideitwasgettingdark.Iaskedwhattimetheattackwastobeandtheysaidassoonasitwasdark.Iwentbacktothedrivers.TheyweresittinginthedugouttalkingandwhenIcameintheystopped.Igavethemeachapackageofcigarettes,Macedonias,looselypackedcigarettesthatspilledtobaccoandneededtohavetheendstwistedbeforeyousmokedthem.Maneralithislighterandpasseditaround.ThelighterwasshapedlikeaFiatradiator.ItoldthemwhatIhadheard.

           "Whydidn’tweseethepostwhenwecamedown?"Passiniasked.

           "Itwasjustbeyondwhereweturnedoff."

           "Thatroadwillbeadirtymess,"Manerasaid.

           "They’llshelltheoutofus."

           "Probably."

           "Whatabouteating,lieutenant?Wewon’tgetachancetoeatafterthisthingstarts."

           "I’llgoandseenow,"Isaid.

           "Youwantustostayhereorcanwelookaround?"

           "Betterstayhere."

           Iwentbacktothemajor’sdugoutandhesaidthefieldkitchenwouldbealongandthedriverscouldcomeandgettheirstew.Hewouldloanthemmesstinsiftheydidnothavethem.IsaidIthoughttheyhadthem.IwentbackandtoldthedriversIwouldgetthemassoonasthefoodcame.Manerasaidhehopeditwouldcomebeforethebombardmentstarted.

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