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"
So
do
you
,
you
—
—
,
"
I
said
.
"
Take
him
back
with
the
others
,
"
the
first
officer
said
.
They
took
me
down
behind
the
line
of
officers
below
the
road
toward
a
group
of
people
in
a
field
by
the
river
bank
.
As
we
walked
toward
them
shots
were
fired
.
I
saw
flashes
of
the
rifles
and
heard
the
reports
.
We
came
up
to
the
group
.
There
were
four
officers
standing
together
,
with
a
man
in
front
of
them
with
a
carabiniere
on
each
side
of
him
.
A
group
of
men
were
standing
guarded
by
carabinieri
.
Four
other
carabinieri
stood
near
the
questioning
officers
,
leaning
on
their
carbines
.
They
were
wide
-
hatted
carabinieri
.
The
two
who
had
me
shoved
me
in
with
the
group
waiting
to
be
questioned
.
I
looked
at
the
man
the
officers
were
questioning
.
He
was
the
fat
gray
-
haired
little
lieutenant
-
colonel
they
had
taken
out
of
the
column
.
The
questioners
had
all
the
efficiency
,
coldness
and
command
of
themselves
of
Italians
who
are
firing
and
are
not
being
fired
on
.
"
Your
brigade
?
"
He
told
them
.
"
Regiment
?
"
He
told
them
.
"
Why
are
you
not
with
your
regiment
?
"
He
told
them
.
"
Do
you
not
know
that
an
officer
should
be
with
his
troops
?
"
He
did
.
