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Chapter 27

           Ginowasapatriot,sohesaidthingsthatseparatedussometimes,buthewasalsoafineboyandIunderstoodhisbeingapatriot.Hewasbornone.HeleftwithPeduzziinthecartogobacktoGorizia.

           Itstormedallthatday.Thewinddrovedowntherainandeverywheretherewasstandingwaterandmud.Theplasterofthebrokenhouseswasgrayandwet.LateintheafternoontherainstoppedandfromoutnumbertwopostIsawthebarewetautumncountrywithcloudsoverthetopsofthehillsandthestrawscreeningovertheroadswetanddripping.Thesuncameoutoncebeforeitwentdownandshoneonthebarewoodsbeyondtheridge.ThereweremanyAustriangunsinthewoodsonthatridgebutonlyafewfired.Iwatchedthesuddenroundpuffsofshrapnelsmokeintheskyaboveabrokenfarmhousenearwherethelinewas;softpuffswithayellowwhiteflashinthecentre.Yousawtheflash,thenheardthecrack,thensawthesmokeballdistortandthininthewind.Thereweremanyironshrapnelballsintherubbleofthehousesandontheroadbesidethebrokenhousewherethepostwas,buttheydidnotshellnearthepostthatafternoon.Weloadedtwocarsanddrovedowntheroadthatwasscreenedwithwetmatsandthelastofthesuncamethroughinthebreaksbetweenthestripsofmattings.Beforewewereoutontheclearroadbehindthehillthesunwasdown.Wewentondowntheclearroadandasitturnedacornerintotheopenandwentintothesquarearchedtunnelofmattingtherainstartedagain.

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