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He
saw
the
red
wing
markings
now
and
he
watched
their
steady
,
stately
roaring
advance
.
This
was
how
it
could
be
.
These
were
our
planes
.
They
had
come
,
crated
on
ships
,
from
the
Black
Sea
through
the
Straits
of
Marmora
,
through
the
Dardanelles
,
through
the
Mediterranean
and
to
here
,
unloaded
lovingly
at
Alicante
,
assembled
ably
,
tested
and
found
perfect
and
now
flown
in
lovely
hammering
precision
,
the
V
’
s
tight
and
pure
as
they
came
now
high
and
silver
in
the
morning
sun
to
blast
those
ridges
across
there
and
blow
them
roaring
high
so
that
we
can
go
through
.
Golz
knew
that
once
they
had
passed
overhead
and
on
,
the
bombs
would
fall
,
looking
like
porpoises
in
the
air
as
they
tumbled
.
And
then
the
ridge
tops
would
spout
and
roar
in
jumping
clouds
and
disappear
in
one
great
blowing
cloud
.
Then
the
tanks
would
grind
clanking
up
those
two
slopes
and
after
them
would
go
his
two
brigades
.
And
if
it
had
been
a
surprise
they
could
go
on
and
down
and
over
and
through
,
pausing
,
cleaning
up
,
dealing
with
,
much
to
do
,
much
to
be
done
intelligently
with
the
tanks
helping
,
with
the
tanks
wheeling
and
returning
,
giving
covering
fire
and
others
bringing
the
attackers
up
then
slipping
on
and
over
and
through
and
pushing
down
beyond
.
This
was
how
it
would
be
if
there
was
no
treason
and
if
all
did
what
they
should
.
There
were
the
two
ridges
,
and
there
were
the
tanks
ahead
and
there
were
his
two
good
brigades
ready
to
leave
the
woods
and
here
came
the
planes
now
.
Everything
he
had
to
do
had
been
done
as
it
should
be
But
as
he
watched
the
planes
,
almost
up
to
him
now
,
he
felt
sick
at
his
stomach
for
he
knew
from
having
heard
Jordan
’
s
dispatch
over
the
phone
that
there
would
be
no
one
on
those
two
ridges
.
They
’
d
be
withdrawn
a
little
way
below
in
narrow
trenches
to
escape
the
fragments
,
or
hiding
in
the
timber
and
when
the
bombers
passed
they
’
d
get
back
up
there
with
their
machine
guns
and
their
automatic
weapons
and
the
anti
-
tank
guns
Jordan
had
said
went
up
the
road
,
and
it
would
be
one
famous
balls
up
more
.
But
the
planes
,
now
coming
deafeningly
,
were
how
it
could
have
been
and
Golz
watching
them
,
looking
up
,
said
into
the
telephone
,
"
No
.
Rien
à
faire
.
Rien
.
Faut
pas
penser
.
Faut
accepter
.
"
Golz
watched
the
planes
with
his
hard
proud
eyes
that
knew
how
things
could
be
and
how
they
would
be
instead
and
said
,
proud
of
how
they
could
be
,
believing
in
how
they
could
be
,
even
if
they
never
were
,
"
Bon
.
Nous
ferons
notre
petit
possible
,
"
and
hung
up
.
But
Duval
did
not
hear
him
.
Sitting
at
the
table
holding
the
receiver
,
all
he
heard
was
the
roar
of
the
planes
and
he
thought
,
now
,
maybe
this
time
,
listen
to
them
come
,
maybe
the
bombers
will
blow
them
all
off
,
maybe
we
will
get
a
break
-
through
,
maybe
he
will
get
the
reserves
he
asked
for
,
maybe
this
is
it
,
maybe
this
is
the
time
.
Go
on
.
Come
on
.
Go
on
.
The
roar
was
such
that
he
could
not
hear
what
he
was
thinking
.
Robert
Jordan
lay
behind
the
trunk
of
a
pine
tree
on
the
slope
of
the
hill
above
the
road
and
the
bridge
and
watched
it
become
daylight
.
He
loved
this
hour
of
the
day
always
and
now
he
watched
it
;
feeling
it
gray
within
him
,
as
though
he
were
a
part
of
the
slow
lightening
that
comes
before
the
rising
of
the
sun
;
when
solid
things
darken
and
space
lightens
and
the
lights
that
have
shone
in
the
night
go
yellow
and
then
fade
as
the
day
comes
.
The
pine
trunks
below
him
were
hard
and
clear
now
,
their
trunks
solid
and
brown
and
the
road
was
shiny
with
a
wisp
of
mist
over
it
.
The
dew
had
wet
him
and
the
forest
floor
was
soft
and
he
felt
the
give
of
the
brown
,
dropped
pine
needles
under
his
elbows
.
Below
he
saw
,
through
the
light
mist
that
rose
from
the
stream
bed
,
the
steel
of
the
bridge
,
straight
and
rigid
across
the
gap
,
with
the
wooden
sentry
boxes
at
each
end
.
But
as
he
looked
the
structure
of
the
bridge
was
still
spidery
and
fine
in
the
mist
that
hung
over
the
stream
.
He
saw
the
sentry
now
in
his
box
as
he
stood
,
his
back
with
the
hanging
blanket
coat
topped
by
the
steel
casque
on
his
head
showing
as
he
leaned
forward
over
the
hole
-
punched
petrol
tin
of
the
brazier
,
warming
his
hands
.
Robert
Jordan
heard
the
stream
,
far
down
in
the
rocks
,
and
he
saw
a
faint
,
thin
smoke
that
rose
from
the
sentry
box
.
He
looked
at
his
watch
and
thought
,
I
wonder
if
Andrés
got
through
to
Golz
?
If
we
are
going
to
blow
it
I
would
like
to
breathe
very
slowly
and
slow
up
the
time
again
and
feel
it
.
Do
you
think
he
made
it
?
Andrés
?
And
if
he
did
would
they
call
it
off
?
If
they
had
time
to
call
it
off
?
Qué
va
.
Do
not
worry
.
They
will
or
they
won
’
t
.
There
are
no
more
decisions
and
in
a
little
while
you
will
know
.
Suppose
the
attack
is
successful
.
Golz
said
it
could
be
.
That
there
was
a
possibility
.
With
our
tanks
coming
down
that
road
,
the
people
coming
through
from
the
right
and
down
and
past
La
Granja
and
the
whole
left
of
the
mountains
turned
.
Why
don
’
t
you
ever
think
of
how
it
is
to
win
?
You
’
ve
been
on
the
defensive
for
so
long
that
you
can
’
t
think
of
that
.
Sure
.
But
that
was
before
all
that
stuff
went
up
this
road
.
That
was
before
all
the
planes
came
.
Don
’
t
be
so
naïve
.
But
remember
this
that
as
long
as
we
can
hold
them
here
we
keep
the
fascists
tied
up
.
They
can
’
t
attack
any
other
country
until
they
finish
with
us
and
they
can
never
finish
with
us
.
If
the
French
help
at
all
,
if
only
they
leave
the
frontier
open
and
if
we
get
planes
from
America
they
can
never
finish
with
us
.
Never
,
if
we
get
anything
at
all
.
These
people
will
fight
forever
if
they
’
re
well
armed
.
