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"
What
the
hell
,
"
I
said
in
English
.
I
cut
the
cheese
into
pieces
and
laid
them
on
the
macaroni
.
"
Sit
down
to
it
,
"
I
said
.
They
sat
down
and
waited
.
I
put
thumb
and
fingers
into
the
macaroni
and
lifted
.
A
mass
loosened
.
"
Lift
it
high
,
Tenente
.
"
I
lifted
it
to
arm
’
s
length
and
the
strands
cleared
.
I
lowered
it
into
the
mouth
,
sucked
and
snapped
in
the
ends
,
and
chewed
,
then
took
a
bite
of
cheese
,
chewed
,
and
then
a
drink
of
the
wine
.
It
tasted
of
rusty
metal
.
I
handed
the
canteen
back
to
Passini
.
"
It
’
s
rotten
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
been
in
there
too
long
.
I
had
it
in
the
car
.
"
They
were
all
eating
,
holding
their
chins
close
over
the
basin
,
tipping
their
heads
back
,
sucking
in
the
ends
.
I
took
another
mouthful
and
some
cheese
and
a
rinse
of
wine
.
Something
landed
outside
that
shook
the
earth
.
"
Four
hundred
twenty
or
minnenwerfer
,
"
Gavuzzi
said
.
"
There
aren
’
t
any
four
hundred
twenties
in
the
mountains
,
"
I
said
.
"
They
have
big
Skoda
guns
.
I
’
ve
seen
the
holes
.
"
