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"
It
hasn
’
t
come
up
.
"
A
big
shell
came
in
and
burst
outside
in
the
brickyard
.
Another
burst
and
in
the
noise
you
could
hear
the
smaller
noise
of
the
brick
and
dirt
raining
down
.
"
What
is
there
to
eat
?
"
"
We
have
a
little
pasta
asciutta
,
"
the
major
said
.
"
I
’
ll
take
what
you
can
give
me
.
"
The
major
spoke
to
an
orderly
who
went
out
of
sight
in
the
back
and
came
back
with
a
metal
basin
of
cold
cooked
macaroni
.
I
handed
it
to
Gordini
.
"
Have
you
any
cheese
?
"
The
major
spoke
grudgingly
to
the
orderly
who
ducked
back
into
the
hole
again
and
came
out
with
a
quarter
of
a
white
cheese
.
"
Thank
you
very
much
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
’
d
better
not
go
out
.
"
