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Chapter 30

           Wepulledhimdownontheothersideandturnedhimover."Hisheadoughttobeuphill,"Isaid.Pianimovedhimaround.Helayinthemudonthesideoftheembankment,hisfeetpointingdownhill,breathingbloodirregularly.Thethreeofussquattedoverhimintherain.Hewashitlowinthebackoftheneckandthebullethadrangedupwardandcomeoutundertherighteye.HediedwhileIwasstoppingupthetwoholes.Pianilaidhisheaddown,wipedathisface,withapieceoftheemergencydressing,thenletitalone.

           "The,"hesaid.

           "Theyweren’tGermans,"Isaid."Therecan’tbeanyGermansoverthere."

           "Italians,"Pianisaid,usingthewordasanepithet,"Italiani!"Bonellosaidnothing.HewassittingbesideAymo,notlookingathim.PianipickedupAymo’scapwhereithadrolleddowntheembankmentandputitoverhisface.Hetookouthiscanteen.

           "Doyouwantadrink?"PianihandedBonellothecanteen.

           "No,"Bonellosaid.Heturnedtome."Thatmighthavehappenedtousanytimeontherailwaytracks."

           "No,"Isaid."Itwasbecausewestartedacrossthefield."

           Bonelloshookhishead."Aymo’sdead,"hesaid."Who’sdeadnext,Tenente?Wheredowegonow?"

           "ThosewereItaliansthatshot,"Isaid."Theyweren’tGermans."

           "IsupposeiftheywereGermansthey’dhavekilledallofus,"Bonellosaid.

           "WeareinmoredangerfromItaliansthanGermans,"Isaid."Therearguardareafraidofeverything.TheGermansknowwhatthey’reafter."

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