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It
was
nearly
dark
when
we
came
down
and
turned
onto
the
main
road
that
ran
beside
the
river
.
The
road
was
crowded
and
there
were
screens
of
corn
-
stalk
and
straw
matting
on
both
sides
and
matting
over
the
top
so
that
it
was
like
the
entrance
at
a
circus
or
a
native
village
.
We
drove
slowly
in
this
matting
-
covered
tunnel
and
came
out
onto
a
bare
cleared
space
where
the
railway
station
had
been
.
The
road
here
was
below
the
level
of
the
river
bank
and
all
along
the
side
of
the
sunken
road
there
were
holes
dug
in
the
bank
with
infantry
in
them
.
The
sun
was
going
down
and
looking
up
along
the
bank
as
we
drove
I
saw
the
Austrian
observation
balloons
above
the
hills
on
the
other
side
dark
against
the
sunset
.
We
parked
the
cars
beyond
a
brickyard
.
The
ovens
and
some
deep
holes
had
been
equipped
as
dressing
stations
.
There
were
three
doctors
that
I
knew
.
I
talked
with
the
major
and
learned
that
when
it
should
start
and
our
cars
should
be
loaded
we
would
drive
them
back
along
the
screened
road
and
up
to
the
main
road
along
the
ridge
where
there
would
be
a
post
and
other
cars
to
clear
them
.
He
hoped
the
road
would
not
jam
.
It
was
a
one
-
road
show
.
The
road
was
screened
because
it
was
in
sight
of
the
Austrians
across
the
river
.
Here
at
the
brickyard
we
were
sheltered
from
rifle
or
machine
-
gun
fire
by
the
river
bank
.
There
was
one
smashed
bridge
across
the
river
.
They
were
going
to
put
over
another
bridge
when
the
bombardment
started
and
some
troops
were
to
cross
at
the
shallows
up
above
at
the
bend
of
the
river
.
The
major
was
a
little
man
with
upturned
mustaches
.
He
had
been
in
the
war
in
Libya
and
wore
two
wound
-
stripes
.
He
said
that
if
the
thing
went
well
he
would
see
that
I
was
decorated
.
I
said
I
hoped
it
would
go
well
but
that
he
was
too
kind
.
I
asked
him
if
there
was
a
big
dugout
where
the
drivers
could
stay
and
he
sent
a
soldier
to
show
me
.
I
went
with
him
and
found
the
dugout
,
which
was
very
good
.
The
drivers
were
pleased
with
it
and
I
left
them
there
.
The
major
asked
me
to
have
a
drink
with
him
and
two
other
officers
.
We
drank
rum
and
it
was
very
friendly
.
Outside
it
was
getting
dark
.
I
asked
what
time
the
attack
was
to
be
and
they
said
as
soon
as
it
was
dark
.
I
went
back
to
the
drivers
.
They
were
sitting
in
the
dugout
talking
and
when
I
came
in
they
stopped
.
I
gave
them
each
a
package
of
cigarettes
,
Macedonias
,
loosely
packed
cigarettes
that
spilled
tobacco
and
needed
to
have
the
ends
twisted
before
you
smoked
them
.
Manera
lit
his
lighter
and
passed
it
around
.
The
lighter
was
shaped
like
a
Fiat
radiator
.
I
told
them
what
I
had
heard
.
"
Why
didn
’
t
we
see
the
post
when
we
came
down
?
"
Passini
asked
.
"
It
was
just
beyond
where
we
turned
off
.
"
"
That
road
will
be
a
dirty
mess
,
"
Manera
said
.
"
They
’
ll
shell
the
—
—
out
of
us
.
"
"
Probably
.
"
"
What
about
eating
,
lieutenant
?
We
won
’
t
get
a
chance
to
eat
after
this
thing
starts
.
"
"
I
’
ll
go
and
see
now
,
"
I
said
.
