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We
both
went
flat
and
with
the
flash
and
bump
of
the
burst
and
the
smell
heard
the
singing
off
of
the
fragments
and
the
rattle
of
falling
brick
.
Gordini
got
up
and
ran
for
the
dugout
.
I
was
after
him
,
holding
the
cheese
,
its
smooth
surface
covered
with
brick
dust
.
Inside
the
dugout
were
the
three
drivers
sitting
against
the
wall
,
smoking
.
"
Here
,
you
patriots
,
"
I
said
.
"
How
are
the
cars
?
"
Manera
asked
.
"
All
right
.
"
"
Did
they
scare
you
,
Tenente
?
"
"
You
’
re
damned
right
,
"
I
said
.
I
took
out
my
knife
,
opened
it
,
wiped
off
the
blade
and
pared
off
the
dirty
outside
surface
of
the
cheese
.
Gavuzzi
handed
me
the
basin
of
macaroni
.
"
Start
in
to
eat
,
Tenente
.
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
.
"
Put
it
on
the
floor
.
We
’
ll
all
eat
.
"
"
There
are
no
forks
.
"
