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Ignacio
was
pulling
down
hard
on
the
tripod
and
the
barrel
was
burning
his
back
.
It
was
hammering
now
in
the
roar
and
he
could
not
remember
the
act
of
contrition
.
All
he
could
remember
was
at
the
hour
of
our
death
.
Amen
.
At
the
hour
of
our
death
.
Amen
.
At
the
hour
.
At
the
hour
.
Amen
.
The
others
all
were
firing
.
Now
and
at
the
hour
of
our
death
.
Amen
.
Then
,
through
the
hammering
of
the
gun
,
there
was
the
whistle
of
the
air
splitting
apart
and
then
in
the
red
black
roar
the
earth
rolled
under
his
knees
and
then
waved
up
to
hit
him
in
the
face
and
then
dirt
and
bits
of
rock
were
falling
all
over
and
Ignacio
was
lying
on
him
and
the
gun
was
lying
on
him
.
But
he
was
not
dead
because
the
whistle
came
again
and
the
earth
rolled
under
him
with
the
roar
.
Then
it
came
again
and
the
earth
lurched
under
his
belly
and
one
side
of
the
hilltop
rose
into
the
air
and
then
fell
slowly
over
them
where
they
lay
.
The
planes
came
back
three
times
and
bombed
the
hilltop
but
no
one
on
the
hilltop
knew
it
.
Then
the
planes
machine
-
gunned
the
hilltop
and
went
away
.
As
they
dove
on
the
hill
for
the
last
time
with
their
machine
guns
hammering
,
the
first
plane
pulled
up
and
winged
over
and
then
each
plane
did
the
same
and
they
moved
from
echelon
to
V
-
formation
and
went
away
into
the
sky
in
the
direction
of
Segovia
.
Keeping
a
heavy
fire
on
the
hilltop
,
Lieutenant
Berrendo
pushed
a
patrol
up
to
one
of
the
bomb
craters
from
where
they
could
throw
grenades
onto
the
crest
.
He
was
taking
no
chances
of
any
one
being
alive
and
waiting
for
them
in
the
mess
that
was
up
there
and
he
threw
four
grenades
into
the
confusion
of
dead
horses
,
broken
and
split
rocks
,
and
torn
yellow
-
stained
explosive
-
stinking
earth
before
he
climbed
out
of
the
bomb
crater
and
walked
over
to
have
a
look
.
No
one
was
alive
on
the
hilltop
except
the
boy
Joaquín
,
who
was
unconscious
under
the
dead
body
of
Ignacio
.
Joaquín
was
bleeding
from
the
nose
and
from
the
ears
.
He
had
known
nothing
and
had
no
feeling
since
he
had
suddenly
been
in
the
very
heart
of
the
thunder
and
the
breath
had
been
wrenched
from
his
body
when
the
one
bomb
struck
so
close
and
Lieutenant
Berrendo
made
the
sign
of
the
cross
and
then
shot
him
in
the
back
of
the
head
,
as
quickly
and
as
gently
,
if
such
an
abrupt
movement
can
be
gentle
,
as
Sordo
had
shot
the
wounded
horse
.
Lieutenant
Berrendo
stood
on
the
hilltop
and
looked
down
the
slope
at
his
own
dead
and
then
across
the
country
seeing
where
they
had
galloped
before
Sordo
had
turned
at
bay
here
.
He
noticed
all
the
dispositions
that
had
been
made
of
the
troops
and
then
he
ordered
the
dead
men
’
s
horses
to
be
brought
up
and
the
bodies
tied
across
the
saddles
so
that
they
might
be
packed
in
to
La
Granja
.
"
Take
that
one
,
too
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
one
with
his
hands
on
the
automatic
rifle
.
That
should
be
Sordo
.
He
is
the
oldest
and
it
was
he
with
the
gun
.
No
.
Cut
the
head
off
and
wrap
it
in
a
poncho
.
"
He
considered
a
minute
.
"
You
might
as
well
take
all
the
heads
.
And
of
the
others
below
on
the
slope
and
where
we
first
found
them
Collect
the
rifles
and
pistols
and
pack
that
gun
on
a
horse
.
"
