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"
Sit
down
,
Signor
Capitano
,
"
I
said
.
The
machine
-
gunner
moved
out
of
the
way
and
the
tall
captain
sat
down
.
He
looked
at
me
.
His
face
seemed
hurt
.
But
he
had
the
seat
.
"
Get
my
things
,
"
I
said
to
the
machine
-
gunner
.
We
went
out
in
the
corridor
.
The
train
was
full
and
I
knew
there
was
no
chance
of
a
place
I
gave
the
porter
and
the
machine
-
gunner
ten
lire
apiece
.
They
went
down
the
corridor
and
outside
on
the
platform
looking
in
the
windows
but
there
were
no
places
.
"
Maybe
some
will
get
off
at
Brescia
,
"
the
porter
said
.
"
More
will
get
on
at
Brescia
,
"
said
the
machine
-
gunner
.
I
said
good
-
by
to
them
and
we
shook
hands
and
they
left
.
They
both
felt
badly
.
Inside
the
train
we
were
all
standing
in
the
corridor
when
the
train
started
.
I
watched
the
lights
of
the
station
and
the
yards
as
we
went
out
.
It
was
still
raining
and
soon
the
windows
were
wet
and
you
could
not
see
out
.
Later
I
slept
on
the
floor
of
the
corridor
;
first
putting
my
pocket
-
book
with
my
money
and
papers
in
it
inside
my
shirt
and
trousers
so
that
it
was
inside
the
leg
of
my
breeches
.
I
slept
all
night
,
waking
at
Brescia
and
Verona
when
more
men
got
on
the
train
,
but
going
back
to
sleep
at
once
.
I
had
my
head
on
one
of
the
musettes
and
my
arms
around
the
other
and
I
could
feel
the
pack
and
they
could
all
walk
over
me
if
they
wouldn
’
t
step
on
me
.
Men
were
sleeping
on
the
floor
all
down
the
corridor
.
Others
stood
holding
on
to
the
window
rods
or
leaning
against
the
doors
.
That
train
was
always
crowded
.
Now
in
the
fall
the
trees
were
all
bare
and
the
roads
were
muddy
.
I
rode
to
Gorizia
from
Udine
on
a
camion
.
We
passed
other
camions
on
the
road
and
I
looked
at
the
country
.
The
mulberry
trees
were
bare
and
the
fields
were
brown
.
There
were
wet
dead
leaves
on
the
road
from
the
rows
of
bare
trees
and
men
were
working
on
the
road
,
tamping
stone
in
the
ruts
from
piles
of
crushed
stone
along
the
side
of
the
road
between
the
trees
.
We
saw
the
town
with
a
mist
over
it
that
cut
off
the
mountains
.
We
crossed
the
river
and
I
saw
that
it
was
running
high
.
It
had
been
raining
in
the
mountains
.
We
came
into
the
town
past
the
factories
and
then
the
houses
and
villas
and
I
saw
that
many
more
houses
had
been
hit
.
On
a
narrow
street
we
passed
a
British
Red
Cross
ambulance
.
The
driver
wore
a
cap
and
his
face
was
thin
and
very
tanned
.
I
did
not
know
him
.
I
got
down
from
the
camion
in
the
big
square
in
front
of
the
Town
Major
’
s
house
,
the
driver
handed
down
my
rucksack
and
I
put
it
on
and
swung
on
the
two
musettes
and
walked
to
our
villa
.
It
did
not
feel
like
a
homecoming
.
I
walked
down
the
damp
gravel
driveway
looking
at
the
villa
through
the
trees
.
The
windows
were
all
shut
but
the
door
was
open
.
I
went
in
and
found
the
major
sitting
at
a
table
in
the
bare
room
with
maps
and
typed
sheets
of
paper
on
the
wall
.
"
Hello
,
"
he
said
.
"
How
are
you
?
"
He
looked
older
and
drier
.
"
I
’
m
good
,
"
I
said
.
"
How
is
everything
?
"
"
It
’
s
all
over
,
"
he
said
.
"
Take
off
your
kit
and
sit
down
.
"
I
put
my
pack
and
the
two
musettes
on
the
floor
and
my
cap
on
the
pack
.
I
brought
the
other
chair
over
from
the
wall
and
sat
down
by
the
desk
.
