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"
Maybe
the
American
army
will
be
there
to
protect
them
,
"
the
vice
-
consul
said
.
"
Do
you
want
another
drink
,
Simmons
?
You
want
a
drink
,
Saunders
?
"
"
All
right
,
"
said
Saunders
.
"
I
hear
you
’
re
going
to
get
the
silver
medal
,
"
Ettore
said
to
me
.
"
What
kind
of
citation
you
going
to
get
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
don
’
t
know
I
’
m
going
to
get
it
.
"
"
You
’
re
going
to
get
it
.
Oh
boy
,
the
girls
at
the
Cova
will
think
you
’
re
fine
then
.
They
’
ll
all
think
you
killed
two
hundred
Austrians
or
captured
a
whole
trench
by
yourself
.
Believe
me
,
I
got
to
work
for
my
decorations
.
"
"
How
many
have
you
got
,
Ettore
?
"
asked
the
vice
-
consul
.
"
He
’
s
got
everything
,
"
Simmons
said
.
"
He
’
s
the
boy
they
’
re
running
the
war
for
.
"
"
I
’
ve
got
the
bronze
twice
and
three
silver
medals
,
"
said
Ettore
.
"
But
the
papers
on
only
one
have
come
through
.
"
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
the
others
?
"
asked
Simmons
.
"
The
action
wasn
’
t
successful
,
"
said
Ettore
.
"
When
the
action
isn
’
t
successful
they
hold
up
all
the
medals
.
"
