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           "I’llbeacolonelbeforethewar’sover,"Ettoresaid.

           "Iftheydon’tkillyou."

           "Theywon’tkillme."Hetouchedthestarsathiscollarwithhisthumbandforefinger."Seemedothat?Wealwaystouchourstarsifanybodymentionsgettingkilled."

           "Let’sgo,Sim,"saidSaundersstandingup.

           "Allright."

           "Solong,"Isaid."Ihavetogotoo."Itwasaquartertosixbytheclockinsidethebar."Ciaou,Ettore."

           "Ciaou,Fred,"saidEttore."That’sprettyfineyou’regoingtogetthesilvermedal."

           "Idon’tknowI’llgetit."

           "You’llgetitallright,Fred.Iheardyouweregoingtogetitallright."

           "Well,solong,"Isaid."Keepoutoftrouble,Ettore."

           "Don’tworryaboutme.Idon’tdrinkandIdon’trunaround.I’mnoboozerandwhorehound.Iknowwhat’sgoodforme."

           "Solong,"Isaid."I’mgladyou’regoingtobepromotedcaptain."

           "Idon’thavetowaittobepromoted.I’mgoingtobeacaptainformeritofwar.Youknow.Threestarswiththecrossedswordsandcrownabove.That’sme."

           "Goodluck."

           "Goodluck.Whenyougoingbacktothefront?"

           "Prettysoon."

           "Well,I’llseeyouaround."

           "Solong."

           "Solong.Don’ttakeanybadnickels."

           Iwalkedondownabackstreetthatledtoacross-cuttothehospital.Ettorewastwenty-three.HehadbeenbroughtupbyanuncleinSanFranciscoandwasvisitinghisfatherandmotherinTorinowhenwarwasdeclared.