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In
their
steel
helmets
,
riding
in
the
trucks
in
the
dark
toward
something
that
they
only
knew
was
an
attack
,
their
faces
were
drawn
with
each
man
’
s
own
problem
in
the
dark
and
the
light
revealed
them
as
they
would
not
have
looked
in
day
,
from
shame
to
show
it
to
each
other
,
until
the
bombardment
and
the
attack
would
commence
,
and
no
man
would
think
about
his
face
.
Andrés
now
passing
them
truck
after
truck
,
Gomez
still
keeping
successfully
ahead
of
the
following
staff
car
,
did
not
think
any
of
this
about
their
faces
.
He
only
thought
,
"
What
an
army
.
What
equipment
.
What
a
mechanization
.
Vaya
gente
!
Look
at
such
people
.
Here
we
have
the
army
of
the
Republic
.
Look
at
them
.
Camion
after
camion
.
All
uniformed
alike
.
All
with
casques
of
steel
on
their
heads
.
Look
at
the
máquinas
rising
from
the
trucks
against
the
coming
of
planes
.
Look
at
the
army
that
has
been
builded
!
"
And
as
the
motorcycle
passed
the
high
gray
trucks
full
of
troops
,
gray
trucks
with
high
square
cabs
and
square
ugly
radiators
,
steadily
mounting
the
road
in
the
dust
and
the
flicking
lights
of
the
pursuing
staff
car
,
the
red
star
of
the
army
showing
in
the
light
when
it
passed
over
the
tail
gates
,
showing
when
the
light
came
onto
the
sides
of
the
dusty
truck
bodies
,
as
they
passed
,
climbing
steadily
now
,
the
air
colder
and
the
road
starting
to
turn
in
bends
and
switchbacks
now
,
the
trucks
laboring
and
grinding
,
some
steaming
in
the
light
flashes
,
the
motorcycle
laboring
now
too
,
and
Andrés
clinging
tight
to
the
front
seat
as
they
climbed
,
Andrés
thought
this
ride
on
a
motorcycle
was
mucho
,
mucho
.
He
had
never
been
on
a
motorcycle
before
and
now
they
were
climbing
a
mountain
in
the
midst
of
all
the
movement
that
was
going
to
an
attack
and
,
as
they
climbed
,
he
knew
now
there
was
no
problem
of
ever
being
back
in
time
for
the
assault
on
the
posts
.
In
this
movement
and
confusion
he
would
be
lucky
to
get
back
by
the
next
night
.
He
had
never
seen
an
offensive
or
any
of
the
preparations
for
one
before
and
as
they
rode
up
the
road
he
marvelled
at
the
size
and
power
of
this
army
that
the
Republic
had
built
.
Now
they
rode
on
a
long
slanting
,
rising
stretch
of
road
that
ran
across
the
face
of
the
mountain
and
the
grade
was
so
steep
as
they
neared
the
top
that
Gomez
told
him
to
get
down
and
together
they
pushed
the
motorcycle
up
the
last
steep
grade
of
the
pass
.
At
the
left
,
just
past
the
top
,
there
was
a
loop
of
road
where
cars
could
turn
and
there
were
lights
winking
in
front
of
a
big
stone
building
that
bulked
long
and
dark
against
the
night
sky
.
"
Let
us
go
to
ask
there
where
the
headquarters
is
,
"
Gomez
said
to
Andrés
and
they
wheeled
the
motorcycle
over
to
where
two
sentries
stood
in
front
of
the
closed
door
of
the
great
stone
building
.
Gomez
leaned
the
motorcycle
against
the
wall
as
a
motorcyclist
in
a
leather
suit
,
showing
against
the
light
from
inside
the
building
as
the
door
opened
,
came
out
of
the
door
with
a
dispatch
case
hung
over
his
shoulder
,
a
wooden
-
holstered
Mauser
pistol
swung
against
his
hip
.
As
the
light
went
off
,
he
found
his
motorcycle
in
the
dark
by
the
door
,
pushed
it
until
it
sputtered
and
caught
,
then
roared
off
up
the
road
.
At
the
door
Gomez
spoke
to
one
of
the
sentries
.
"
Captain
Gomez
of
the
Sixty
-
Fifth
Brigade
,
"
he
said
.
"
Can
you
tell
me
where
to
find
the
headquarters
of
General
Golz
commanding
the
Thirty
-
Fifth
Division
?
"
"
It
isn
’
t
here
,
"
the
sentry
said
.
"
What
is
here
?
"
"
The
Comandancia
.
"
