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"
Where
is
the
gasoline
park
now
?
"
"
At
the
same
place
.
"
"
Good
,
"
I
said
and
went
back
to
the
house
and
drank
another
bowl
of
coffee
at
the
mess
table
.
The
coffee
was
a
pale
gray
and
sweet
with
condensed
milk
.
Outside
the
window
it
was
a
lovely
spring
morning
.
There
was
that
beginning
of
a
feeling
of
dryness
in
the
nose
that
meant
the
day
would
be
hot
later
on
.
That
day
I
visited
the
posts
in
the
mountains
and
was
back
in
town
late
in
the
afternoon
.
The
whole
thing
seemed
to
run
better
while
I
was
away
.
The
offensive
was
going
to
start
again
I
heard
.
The
division
for
which
we
worked
were
to
attack
at
a
place
up
the
river
and
the
major
told
me
that
I
would
see
about
the
posts
for
during
the
attack
.
The
attack
would
cross
the
river
up
above
the
narrow
gorge
and
spread
up
the
hillside
.
The
posts
for
the
cars
would
have
to
be
as
near
the
river
as
they
could
get
and
keep
covered
.
They
would
,
of
course
,
be
selected
by
the
infantry
but
we
were
supposed
to
work
it
out
.
It
was
one
of
those
things
that
gave
you
a
false
feeling
of
soldiering
.
I
was
very
dusty
and
dirty
and
went
up
to
my
room
to
wash
.
Rinaldi
was
sitting
on
the
bed
with
a
copy
of
Hugo
’
s
English
grammar
.
He
was
dressed
,
wore
his
black
boots
,
and
his
hair
shone
.
"
Splendid
,
"
he
said
when
he
saw
me
.
"
You
will
come
with
me
to
see
Miss
Barkley
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
Yes
.
You
will
please
come
and
make
me
a
good
impression
on
her
.
"
"
All
right
.
Wait
till
I
get
cleaned
up
.
"
