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"
They
’
re
sore
enough
.
"
Before
daylight
we
reached
the
bank
of
the
Tagliamento
and
followed
down
along
the
flooded
river
to
the
bridge
where
all
the
traffic
was
crossing
.
"
They
ought
to
be
able
to
hold
at
this
river
,
"
Piani
said
.
In
the
dark
the
flood
looked
high
.
The
water
swirled
and
it
was
wide
.
The
wooden
bridge
was
nearly
three
-
quarters
of
a
mile
across
,
and
the
river
,
that
usually
ran
in
narrow
channels
in
the
wide
stony
bed
far
below
the
bridge
,
was
close
under
the
wooden
planking
.
We
went
along
the
bank
and
then
worked
our
way
into
the
crowd
that
were
crossing
the
bridge
.
Crossing
slowly
in
the
rain
a
few
feet
above
the
flood
,
pressed
tight
in
the
crowd
,
the
box
of
an
artillery
caisson
just
ahead
,
I
looked
over
the
side
and
watched
the
river
.
Now
that
we
could
not
go
our
own
pace
I
felt
very
tired
.
There
was
no
exhilaration
in
crossing
the
bridge
.
I
wondered
what
it
would
be
like
if
a
plane
bombed
it
in
the
daytime
.
"
Piani
,
"
I
said
.
"
Here
I
am
,
Tenente
.
"
He
was
a
little
ahead
in
the
jam
.
No
one
was
talking
.
They
were
all
trying
to
get
across
as
soon
as
they
could
:
thinking
only
of
that
.
We
were
almost
across
.
At
the
far
end
of
the
bridge
there
were
officers
and
carabinieri
standing
on
both
sides
flashing
lights
.
I
saw
them
silhouetted
against
the
sky
-
line
.
As
we
came
close
to
them
I
saw
one
of
the
officers
point
to
a
man
in
the
column
.
A
carabiniere
went
in
after
him
and
came
out
holding
the
man
by
the
arm
.
He
took
him
away
from
the
road
.
We
came
almost
opposite
them
.
The
officers
were
scrutinizing
every
one
in
the
column
,
sometimes
speaking
to
each
other
,
going
forward
to
flash
a
light
in
some
one
’
s
face
.
They
took
some
one
else
out
just
before
we
came
opposite
.
I
saw
the
man
.
He
was
a
lieutenant
-
colonel
.
I
saw
the
stars
in
the
box
on
his
sleeve
as
they
flashed
a
light
on
him
.
His
hair
was
gray
and
he
was
short
and
fat
.
The
carabiniere
pulled
him
in
behind
the
line
of
officers
.
As
we
came
opposite
I
saw
one
or
two
of
them
look
at
me
.
Then
one
pointed
at
me
and
spoke
to
a
carabiniere
.
I
saw
the
carabiniere
start
for
me
,
come
through
the
edge
of
the
column
toward
me
,
then
felt
him
take
me
by
the
collar
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
I
said
and
hit
him
in
the
face
.
I
saw
his
face
under
the
hat
,
upturned
mustaches
and
blood
coming
down
his
cheek
.
Another
one
dove
in
toward
us
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
I
said
.
He
did
not
answer
.
He
was
watching
a
chance
to
grab
me
.
I
put
my
arm
behind
me
to
loosen
my
pistol
.
"
Don
’
t
you
know
you
can
’
t
touch
an
officer
?
"
The
other
one
grabbed
me
from
behind
and
pulled
my
arm
up
so
that
it
twisted
in
the
socket
.
I
turned
with
him
and
the
other
one
grabbed
me
around
the
neck
.
I
kicked
his
shins
and
got
my
left
knee
into
his
groin
.
