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"
What
was
that
staff
car
doing
?
"
"
Christ
knows
,
"
I
said
.
We
kept
on
up
the
tracks
.
Bonello
tired
of
walking
in
the
mud
of
the
embankment
and
came
up
with
the
rest
of
us
.
The
railway
moved
south
away
from
the
highway
now
and
we
could
not
see
what
passed
along
the
road
.
A
short
bridge
over
a
canal
was
blown
up
but
we
climbed
across
on
what
was
left
of
the
span
.
We
heard
firing
ahead
of
us
.
We
came
up
on
the
railway
beyond
the
canal
.
It
went
on
straight
toward
the
town
across
the
low
fields
.
We
could
see
the
line
of
the
other
railway
ahead
of
us
.
To
the
north
was
the
main
road
where
we
had
seen
the
cyclists
;
to
the
south
there
was
a
small
branch
-
road
across
the
fields
with
thick
trees
on
each
side
.
I
thought
we
had
better
cut
to
the
south
and
work
around
the
town
that
way
and
across
country
toward
Campoformio
and
the
main
road
to
the
Tagliamento
.
We
could
avoid
the
main
line
of
the
retreat
by
keeping
to
the
secondary
roads
beyond
Udine
.
I
knew
there
were
plenty
of
side
-
roads
across
the
plain
.
I
started
down
the
embankment
.
"
Come
on
,
"
I
said
.
We
would
make
for
the
side
-
road
and
work
to
the
south
of
the
town
.
We
all
started
down
the
embankment
.
A
shot
was
fired
at
us
from
the
side
-
road
.
The
bullet
went
into
the
mud
of
the
embankment
.
"
Go
on
back
,
"
I
shouted
.
I
started
up
the
embankment
,
slipping
in
the
mud
.
The
drivers
were
ahead
of
me
.
I
went
up
the
embankment
as
fast
as
I
could
go
.
Two
more
shots
came
from
the
thick
brush
and
Aymo
,
as
he
was
crossing
the
tracks
,
lurched
,
tripped
and
fell
face
down
.
We
pulled
him
down
on
the
other
side
and
turned
him
over
.
"
His
head
ought
to
be
uphill
,
"
I
said
.
Piani
moved
him
around
.
He
lay
in
the
mud
on
the
side
of
the
embankment
,
his
feet
pointing
downhill
,
breathing
blood
irregularly
.
The
three
of
us
squatted
over
him
in
the
rain
.
He
was
hit
low
in
the
back
of
the
neck
and
the
bullet
had
ranged
upward
and
come
out
under
the
right
eye
.
He
died
while
I
was
stopping
up
the
two
holes
.
Piani
laid
his
head
down
,
wiped
at
his
face
,
with
a
piece
of
the
emergency
dressing
,
then
let
it
alone
.
"
The
—
—
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
weren
’
t
Germans
,
"
I
said
.
"
There
can
’
t
be
any
Germans
over
there
.
"
"
Italians
,
"
Piani
said
,
using
the
word
as
an
epithet
,
"
Italiani
!
"
Bonello
said
nothing
.
He
was
sitting
beside
Aymo
,
not
looking
at
him
.
Piani
picked
up
Aymo
’
s
cap
where
it
had
rolled
down
the
embankment
and
put
it
over
his
face
.
He
took
out
his
canteen
.
"
Do
you
want
a
drink
?
"
Piani
handed
Bonello
the
canteen
.
