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Chapter 19

           "Howdidhelookwhenyoushothim?"Simmonsasked.

           "Hell,howshouldIknow?"saidEttore."Ishothiminthebelly.IwasafraidI’dmisshimifIshothiminthehead."

           "Howlonghaveyoubeenanofficer,Ettore?"Iasked.

           "Twoyears.I’mgoingtobeacaptain.Howlonghaveyoubeenalieutenant?"

           "Goingonthreeyears."

           "Youcan’tbeacaptainbecauseyoudon’tknowtheItalianlanguagewellenough,"Ettoresaid."Youcantalkbutyoucan’treadandwritewellenough.Yougottohaveaneducationtobeacaptain.Whydon’tyougointheAmericanarmy?"

           "MaybeIwill."

           "IwishtoGodIcould.Oh,boy,howmuchdoesacaptainget,Mac?"

           "Idon’tknowexactly.Aroundtwohundredandfiftydollars,Ithink."

           "JesusChristwhatIcoulddowithtwohundredandfiftydollars.YoubettergetintheAmericanarmyquick,Fred.Seeifyoucan’tgetmein."

           "Allright."

           "IcancommandacompanyinItalian.IcouldlearnitinEnglisheasy."

           "You’dbeageneral,"saidSimmons.

           "No,Idon’tknowenoughtobeageneral.Ageneral’sgottoknowahellofalot.Youguysthinkthereain’tanythingtowar.Youain’tgotbrainsenoughtobeasecond-classcorporal."

           "ThankGodIdon’thavetobe,"Simmonssaid.

           "Maybeyouwilliftheyroundupallyouslackers.Oh,boy,I’dliketohaveyoutwoinmyplatoon.Mactoo.I’dmakeyoumyorderly,Mac."

           "You’reagreatboy,Ettore,"Macsaid."ButI’mafraidyou’reamilitarist."

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