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"
I
don
’
t
have
to
wait
to
be
promoted
.
I
’
m
going
to
be
a
captain
for
merit
of
war
.
You
know
.
Three
stars
with
the
crossed
swords
and
crown
above
.
That
’
s
me
.
"
"
Good
luck
.
"
"
Good
luck
.
When
you
going
back
to
the
front
?
"
"
Pretty
soon
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
see
you
around
.
"
"
So
long
.
"
"
So
long
.
Don
’
t
take
any
bad
nickels
.
"
I
walked
on
down
a
back
street
that
led
to
a
cross
-
cut
to
the
hospital
.
Ettore
was
twenty
-
three
.
He
had
been
brought
up
by
an
uncle
in
San
Francisco
and
was
visiting
his
father
and
mother
in
Torino
when
war
was
declared
.
He
had
a
sister
,
who
had
been
sent
to
America
with
him
at
the
same
time
to
live
with
the
uncle
,
who
would
graduate
from
normal
school
this
year
.
He
was
a
legitimate
hero
who
bored
every
one
he
met
.
Catherine
could
not
stand
him
.
"
We
have
heroes
too
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
usually
,
darling
,
they
’
re
much
quieter
.
"
