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"
Wipe
the
pap
of
your
mother
’
s
breasts
off
thy
lips
and
give
me
a
hatful
of
that
dirt
,
"
the
man
with
his
chin
on
the
ground
said
.
"
No
one
of
us
will
see
the
sun
go
down
this
night
.
"
El
Sordo
was
thinking
:
It
is
shaped
like
a
chancre
.
Or
the
breast
of
a
young
girl
with
no
nipple
.
Or
the
top
cone
of
a
volcano
.
You
have
never
seen
a
volcano
,
he
thought
.
Nor
will
you
ever
see
one
.
And
this
hill
is
like
a
chancre
.
Let
the
volcanos
alone
.
It
’
s
late
now
for
the
volcanos
.
He
looked
very
carefully
around
the
withers
of
the
dead
horse
and
there
was
a
quick
hammering
of
firing
from
behind
a
boulder
well
down
the
slope
and
he
heard
the
bullets
from
the
submachine
gun
thud
into
the
horse
.
He
crawled
along
behind
the
horse
and
looked
out
of
the
angle
between
the
horse
’
s
hindquarters
and
the
rock
.
There
were
three
bodies
on
the
slope
just
below
him
where
they
had
fallen
when
the
fascists
had
rushed
the
crest
under
cover
of
the
automatic
rifle
and
submachine
gunfire
and
he
and
the
others
had
broken
down
the
attack
by
throwing
and
rolling
down
hand
grenades
.
There
were
other
bodies
that
he
could
not
see
on
the
other
sides
of
the
hill
crest
.
There
was
no
dead
ground
by
which
attackers
could
approach
the
summit
and
Sordo
knew
that
as
long
as
his
ammunition
and
grenades
held
out
and
he
had
as
many
as
four
men
they
could
not
get
him
out
of
there
unless
they
brought
up
a
trench
mortar
.
He
did
not
know
whether
they
had
sent
to
La
Granja
for
a
trench
mortar
.
Perhaps
they
had
not
,
because
surely
,
soon
,
the
planes
would
come
.
It
had
been
four
hours
since
the
observation
plane
had
flown
over
them
.
This
hill
is
truly
like
a
chancre
,
Sordo
thought
,
and
we
are
the
very
pus
of
it
.
But
we
killed
many
when
they
made
that
stupidness
.
How
could
they
think
that
they
would
take
us
thus
?
They
have
such
modern
armament
that
they
lose
all
their
sense
with
overconfidence
.
He
had
killed
the
young
officer
who
had
led
the
assault
with
a
grenade
that
had
gone
bouncing
and
rolling
down
the
slope
as
they
came
up
it
,
running
,
bent
half
over
.
In
the
yellow
flash
and
gray
roar
of
smoke
he
had
seen
the
officer
dive
forward
to
where
he
lay
now
like
a
heavy
,
broken
bundle
of
old
clothing
marking
the
farthest
point
that
the
assault
had
reached
.
Sordo
looked
at
this
body
and
then
,
down
the
hill
,
at
the
others
.
They
are
brave
but
stupid
people
,
he
thought
.
But
they
have
sense
enough
now
not
to
attack
us
again
until
the
planes
come
.
Unless
,
of
course
,
they
have
a
mortar
coming
.
It
would
be
easy
with
a
mortar
.
The
mortar
was
the
normal
thing
and
he
knew
that
they
would
die
as
soon
as
a
mortar
came
up
,
but
when
he
thought
of
the
planes
coming
up
he
felt
as
naked
on
that
hilltop
as
though
all
of
his
clothing
and
even
his
skin
had
been
removed
.
There
is
no
nakeder
thing
than
I
feel
,
he
thought
.
A
flayed
rabbit
is
as
well
covered
as
a
bear
in
comparison
.
But
why
should
they
bring
planes
?
They
could
get
us
out
of
here
with
a
trench
mortar
easily
.
They
are
proud
of
their
planes
,
though
,
and
they
will
probably
bring
them
.
Just
as
they
were
so
proud
of
their
automatic
weapons
that
they
made
that
stupidness
.
But
undoubtedly
they
must
have
sent
for
a
mortar
,
too
.
One
of
the
men
fired
.
Then
jerked
the
bolt
and
fired
again
,
quickly
.
"
Save
thy
cartridges
,
"
Sordo
said
.
"
One
of
the
sons
of
the
great
whore
tried
to
reach
that
boulder
,
"
the
man
pointed
.
