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"
You
want
us
to
stay
here
or
can
we
look
around
?
"
"
Better
stay
here
.
"
I
went
back
to
the
major
’
s
dugout
and
he
said
the
field
kitchen
would
be
along
and
the
drivers
could
come
and
get
their
stew
.
He
would
loan
them
mess
tins
if
they
did
not
have
them
.
I
said
I
thought
they
had
them
.
I
went
back
and
told
the
drivers
I
would
get
them
as
soon
as
the
food
came
.
Manera
said
he
hoped
it
would
come
before
the
bombardment
started
.
They
were
silent
until
I
went
out
.
They
were
all
mechanics
and
hated
the
war
.
I
went
out
to
look
at
the
cars
and
see
what
was
going
on
and
then
came
back
and
sat
down
in
the
dugout
with
the
four
drivers
.
We
sat
on
the
ground
with
our
backs
against
the
wall
and
smoked
.
Outside
it
was
nearly
dark
.
The
earth
of
the
dugout
was
warm
and
dry
and
I
let
my
shoulders
back
against
the
wall
,
sitting
on
the
small
of
my
back
,
and
relaxed
.
"
Who
goes
to
the
attack
?
"
asked
Gavuzzi
.
"
Bersaglieri
.
"
"
All
bersaglieri
?
"
"
I
think
so
.
"
"
There
aren
’
t
enough
troops
here
for
a
real
attack
.
"
