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Chapter 4

           Therewasthatbeginningofafeelingofdrynessinthenosethatmeantthedaywouldbehotlateron.ThatdayIvisitedthepostsinthemountainsandwasbackintownlateintheafternoon.

           ThewholethingseemedtorunbetterwhileIwasaway.TheoffensivewasgoingtostartagainIheard.ThedivisionforwhichweworkedweretoattackataplaceuptheriverandthemajortoldmethatIwouldseeaboutthepostsforduringtheattack.Theattackwouldcrosstheriverupabovethenarrowgorgeandspreadupthehillside.Thepostsforthecarswouldhavetobeasneartheriverastheycouldgetandkeepcovered.Theywould,ofcourse,beselectedbytheinfantrybutweweresupposedtoworkitout.Itwasoneofthosethingsthatgaveyouafalsefeelingofsoldiering.

           Iwasverydustyanddirtyandwentuptomyroomtowash.RinaldiwassittingonthebedwithacopyofHugo’sEnglishgrammar.Hewasdressed,worehisblackboots,andhishairshone.

           "Splendid,"hesaidwhenhesawme."YouwillcomewithmetoseeMissBarkley."

           "No."

           "Yes.Youwillpleasecomeandmakemeagoodimpressiononher."

           "Allright.WaittillIgetcleanedup."

           "Washupandcomeasyouare."

           Iwashed,brushedmyhairandwestarted.

           "Waitaminute,"Rinaldisaid."Perhapsweshouldhaveadrink."Heopenedhistrunkandtookoutabottle.

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