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"
That
was
the
only
one
he
had
,
"
Ettore
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
why
he
threw
it
.
I
guess
he
always
wanted
to
throw
one
.
He
never
saw
any
real
fighting
probably
.
I
shot
the
son
of
a
bitch
all
right
.
"
"
How
did
he
look
when
you
shot
him
?
"
Simmons
asked
.
"
Hell
,
how
should
I
know
?
"
said
Ettore
.
"
I
shot
him
in
the
belly
.
I
was
afraid
I
’
d
miss
him
if
I
shot
him
in
the
head
.
"
"
How
long
have
you
been
an
officer
,
Ettore
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Two
years
.
I
’
m
going
to
be
a
captain
.
How
long
have
you
been
a
lieutenant
?
"
"
Going
on
three
years
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
be
a
captain
because
you
don
’
t
know
the
Italian
language
well
enough
,
"
Ettore
said
.
"
You
can
talk
but
you
can
’
t
read
and
write
well
enough
.
You
got
to
have
an
education
to
be
a
captain
.
Why
don
’
t
you
go
in
the
American
army
?
"
"
Maybe
I
will
.
"
"
I
wish
to
God
I
could
.
Oh
,
boy
,
how
much
does
a
captain
get
,
Mac
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
exactly
.
Around
two
hundred
and
fifty
dollars
,
I
think
.
"
