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We
climbed
the
stairs
and
went
into
my
room
.
I
lay
down
on
Rinaldi
’
s
bed
.
The
priest
sat
on
my
cot
that
the
orderly
had
set
up
.
It
was
dark
in
the
room
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
,
"
how
are
you
really
?
"
"
I
’
m
all
right
.
I
’
m
tired
to
-
night
.
"
"
I
’
m
tired
too
,
but
from
no
cause
.
"
"
What
about
the
war
?
"
"
I
think
it
will
be
over
soon
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
,
but
I
feel
it
.
"
"
How
do
you
feel
it
?
"
"
You
know
how
your
major
is
?
Gentle
?
Many
people
are
like
that
now
.
"
"
I
feel
that
way
myself
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
has
been
a
terrible
summer
,
"
said
the
priest
.
He
was
surer
of
himself
now
than
when
I
had
gone
away
.
"
You
cannot
believe
how
it
has
been
.
Except
that
you
have
been
there
and
you
know
how
it
can
be
.
Many
people
have
realized
the
war
this
summer
.
Officers
whom
I
thought
could
never
realize
it
realize
it
now
.
"
