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Chapter 30

           "Look!Look!"Aymosaidandpointedtowardtheroad.AlongthetopofthestonebridgewecouldseeGermanhelmetsmoving.Theywerebentforwardandmovedsmoothly,almostsupernaturally,along.Astheycameoffthebridgewesawthem.Theywerebicycletroops.Isawthefacesofthefirsttwo.Theywereruddyandhealthy-looking.Theirhelmetscamelowdownovertheirforeheadsandthesideoftheirfaces.Theircarbineswereclippedtotheframeofthebicycles.Stickbombshunghandledownfromtheirbelts.Theirhelmetsandtheirgrayuniformswerewetandtheyrodeeasily,lookingaheadandtobothsides.Thereweretwothenfourinline,thentwo,thenalmostadozen;thenanotherdozenthenonealone.Theydidnottalkbutwecouldnothaveheardthembecauseofthenoisefromtheriver.Theyweregoneoutofsightuptheroad.

           "HolyMary,"Aymosaid.

           "TheywereGermans,"Pianisaid."Thoseweren’tAustrians."

           "Whyisn’ttheresomebodyheretostopthem?"Isaid."Whyhaven’ttheyblownthebridgeup?Whyaren’ttheremachine-gunsalongthisembankment?"

           "Youtellus,Tenente,"Bonellosaid.

           Iwasveryangry.

           "Thewholebloodythingiscrazy.Downbelowtheyblowupalittlebridge.Heretheyleaveabridgeonthemainroad.Whereiseverybody?Don’ttheytryandstopthematall?"

           "Youtellus,Tenente,"Bonellosaid.Ishutup.Itwasnoneofmybusiness;allIhadtodowastogettoPordenonewiththreeambulances.Ihadfailedatthat.AllIhadtodonowwasgettoPordenone.

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