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"
No
,
"
Bonello
said
.
He
turned
to
me
.
"
That
might
have
happened
to
us
any
time
on
the
railway
tracks
.
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
was
because
we
started
across
the
field
.
"
Bonello
shook
his
head
.
"
Aymo
’
s
dead
,
"
he
said
.
"
Who
’
s
dead
next
,
Tenente
?
Where
do
we
go
now
?
"
"
Those
were
Italians
that
shot
,
"
I
said
.
"
They
weren
’
t
Germans
.
"
"
I
suppose
if
they
were
Germans
they
’
d
have
killed
all
of
us
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
We
are
in
more
danger
from
Italians
than
Germans
,
"
I
said
.
"
The
rear
guard
are
afraid
of
everything
.
The
Germans
know
what
they
’
re
after
.
"
"
You
reason
it
out
,
Tenente
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
Where
do
we
go
now
?
"
Piani
asked
.
"
We
better
lie
up
some
place
till
it
’
s
dark
.
If
we
could
get
south
we
’
d
be
all
right
.
"
"
They
’
d
have
to
shoot
us
all
to
prove
they
were
right
the
first
time
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
I
’
m
not
going
to
try
them
.
"
