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No
you
must
not
expect
victory
here
,
not
for
several
years
maybe
.
This
is
just
a
holding
attack
.
You
must
not
get
illusions
about
it
now
.
Suppose
we
got
a
break
-
through
today
?
This
is
our
first
big
attack
.
Keep
your
sense
of
proportion
.
But
what
if
we
should
have
it
?
Don
’
t
get
excited
,
he
told
himself
.
Remember
what
went
up
the
road
.
You
’
ve
done
what
you
could
about
that
.
We
should
have
portable
short
-
wave
sets
,
though
.
We
will
,
in
time
.
But
we
haven
’
t
yet
.
You
just
watch
now
and
do
what
you
should
.
Today
is
only
one
day
in
all
the
days
that
will
ever
be
.
But
what
will
happen
in
all
the
other
days
that
ever
come
can
depend
on
what
you
do
today
.
It
’
s
been
that
way
all
this
year
.
It
’
s
been
that
way
so
many
times
.
All
of
this
war
is
that
way
.
You
are
getting
very
pompous
in
the
early
morning
,
he
told
himself
.
Look
there
what
’
s
coming
now
.
He
saw
the
two
men
in
blanket
capes
and
steel
helmets
come
around
the
corner
of
the
road
walking
toward
the
bridge
,
their
rifles
slung
over
their
shoulders
.
One
stopped
at
the
far
end
of
the
bridge
and
was
out
of
sight
in
the
sentry
box
.
The
other
came
on
across
the
bridge
,
walking
slowly
and
heavily
.
He
stopped
on
the
bridge
and
spat
into
the
gorge
,
then
came
on
slowly
to
the
near
end
of
the
bridge
where
the
other
sentry
spoke
to
him
and
then
started
off
back
over
the
bridge
.
The
sentry
who
was
relieved
walked
faster
than
the
other
had
done
(
because
he
’
s
going
to
coffee
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
)
but
he
too
spat
down
into
the
gorge
.
I
wonder
if
that
is
superstition
?
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
I
’
ll
have
to
take
me
a
spit
in
that
gorge
too
.
If
I
can
spit
by
then
.
No
.
It
can
’
t
be
very
powerful
medicine
.
It
can
’
t
work
.
I
’
ll
have
to
prove
it
doesn
’
t
work
before
I
am
out
there
.
The
new
sentry
had
gone
inside
the
box
and
sat
down
.
His
rifle
with
the
bayonet
fixed
was
leaning
against
the
wall
.
Robert
Jordan
took
his
glasses
from
his
shirt
pocket
and
turned
the
eyepieces
until
the
end
of
the
bridge
showed
sharp
and
gray
-
painted
-
metal
clear
.
Then
he
moved
them
onto
the
sentry
box
.
The
sentry
sat
leaning
against
the
wall
.
His
helmet
hung
on
a
peg
and
his
face
showed
clearly
.
Robert
Jordan
saw
he
was
the
same
man
who
had
been
there
on
guard
two
days
before
in
the
afternoon
watch
.
He
was
wearing
the
same
knitted
stocking
-
cap
.
And
he
had
not
shaved
.
His
cheeks
were
sunken
and
his
cheekbones
prominent
.
He
had
bushy
eyebrows
that
grew
together
in
the
center
.
He
looked
sleepy
and
as
Robert
Jordan
watched
him
he
yawned
.
Then
he
took
out
a
tobacco
pouch
and
a
packet
of
papers
and
rolled
himself
a
cigarette
.
He
tried
to
make
a
lighter
work
and
finally
put
it
in
his
pocket
and
went
over
to
the
brazier
,
leaned
over
,
reached
inside
,
brought
up
a
piece
of
charcoal
,
juggled
it
in
one
hand
while
he
blew
on
it
,
then
lit
the
cigarette
and
tossed
the
lump
of
charcoal
back
into
the
brazier
.
Robert
Jordan
,
looking
through
the
Zeiss
8
-
power
glasses
,
watched
his
face
as
he
leaned
against
the
wall
of
the
sentry
box
drawing
on
the
cigarette
.
Then
he
took
the
glasses
down
,
folded
them
together
and
put
them
in
his
pocket
.
I
won
’
t
look
at
him
again
,
he
told
himself
.
He
lay
there
and
watched
the
road
and
tried
not
to
think
at
all
.
A
squirrel
chittered
from
a
pine
tree
below
him
and
Robert
Jordan
watched
the
squirrel
come
down
the
tree
trunk
,
stopping
on
his
way
down
to
turn
his
head
and
look
toward
where
the
man
was
watching
.
He
saw
the
squirrel
’
s
eyes
,
small
and
bright
,
and
watched
his
tail
jerk
in
excitement
.
Then
the
squirrel
crossed
to
another
tree
,
moving
on
the
ground
in
long
,
small
-
pawed
,
tail
-
exaggerated
bounds
.
