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Chapter 9

           Iliftedittoarm’slengthandthestrandscleared.Ilowereditintothemouth,suckedandsnappedintheends,andchewed,thentookabiteofcheese,chewed,andthenadrinkofthewine.Ittastedofrustymetal.IhandedthecanteenbacktoPassini.

           "It’srotten,"hesaid."It’sbeenintheretoolong.Ihaditinthecar."

           Theywerealleating,holdingtheirchinscloseoverthebasin,tippingtheirheadsback,suckingintheends.Itookanothermouthfulandsomecheeseandarinseofwine.Somethinglandedoutsidethatshooktheearth.

           "Fourhundredtwentyorminnenwerfer,"Gavuzzisaid.

           "Therearen’tanyfourhundredtwentiesinthemountains,"Isaid.

           "TheyhavebigSkodaguns.I’veseentheholes."

           "Threehundredfives."

           Wewentoneating.Therewasacough,anoiselikearailwayenginestartingandthenanexplosionthatshooktheearthagain.

           "Thisisn’tadeepdugout,"Passinisaid.

           "Thatwasabigtrenchmortar."

           "Yes,sir."

           Iatetheendofmypieceofcheeseandtookaswallowofwine.ThroughtheothernoiseIheardacough,thencamethechuh-chuh-chuh-chuhthentherewasaflash,aswhenablast-furnacedoorisswungopen,andaroarthatstartedwhiteandwentredandonandoninarushingwind.

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