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Chapter 9

           TheyweresilentuntilIwentout.Theywereallmechanicsandhatedthewar.

           Iwentouttolookatthecarsandseewhatwasgoingonandthencamebackandsatdowninthedugoutwiththefourdrivers.Wesatonthegroundwithourbacksagainstthewallandsmoked.Outsideitwasnearlydark.TheearthofthedugoutwaswarmanddryandIletmyshouldersbackagainstthewall,sittingonthesmallofmyback,andrelaxed.

           "Whogoestotheattack?"askedGavuzzi.

           "Bersaglieri."

           "Allbersaglieri?"

           "Ithinkso."

           "Therearen’tenoughtroopshereforarealattack."

           "Itisprobablytodrawattentionfromwheretherealattackwillbe."

           "Dothemenknowthatwhoattack?"

           "Idon’tthinkso."

           "Ofcoursetheydon’t,"Manerasaid."Theywouldn’tattackiftheydid."

           "Yes,theywould,"Passinisaid."Bersaglieriarefools."

           "Theyarebraveandhavegooddiscipline,"Isaid.

           "Theyarebigthroughthechestbymeasurement,andhealthy.Buttheyarestillfools."

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