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"
Three
hundred
fives
.
"
We
went
on
eating
.
There
was
a
cough
,
a
noise
like
a
railway
engine
starting
and
then
an
explosion
that
shook
the
earth
again
.
"
This
isn
’
t
a
deep
dugout
,
"
Passini
said
.
"
That
was
a
big
trench
mortar
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
I
ate
the
end
of
my
piece
of
cheese
and
took
a
swallow
of
wine
.
Through
the
other
noise
I
heard
a
cough
,
then
came
the
chuh
-
chuh
-
chuh
-
chuh
—
then
there
was
a
flash
,
as
when
a
blast
-
furnace
door
is
swung
open
,
and
a
roar
that
started
white
and
went
red
and
on
and
on
in
a
rushing
wind
.
I
tried
to
breathe
but
my
breath
would
not
come
and
I
felt
myself
rush
bodily
out
of
myself
and
out
and
out
and
out
and
all
the
time
bodily
in
the
wind
.
I
went
out
swiftly
,
all
of
myself
,
and
I
knew
I
was
dead
and
that
it
had
all
been
a
mistake
to
think
you
just
died
.
Then
I
floated
,
and
instead
of
going
on
I
felt
myself
slide
back
.
I
breathed
and
I
was
back
.
The
ground
was
torn
up
and
in
front
of
my
head
there
was
a
splintered
beam
of
wood
.
In
the
jolt
of
my
head
I
heard
somebody
crying
.
I
thought
somebody
was
screaming
.
I
tried
to
move
but
I
could
not
move
.
I
heard
the
machine
-
guns
and
rifles
firing
across
the
river
and
all
along
the
river
.
There
was
a
great
splashing
and
I
saw
the
star
-
shells
go
up
and
burst
and
float
whitely
and
rockets
going
up
and
heard
the
bombs
,
all
this
in
a
moment
,
and
then
I
heard
close
to
me
some
one
saying
"
Mama
Mia
!
Oh
,
mama
Mia
!
"
I
pulled
and
twisted
and
got
my
legs
loose
finally
and
turned
around
and
touched
him
.
It
was
Passini
and
when
I
touched
him
he
screamed
.
His
legs
were
toward
me
and
I
saw
in
the
dark
and
the
light
that
they
were
both
smashed
above
the
knee
.
One
leg
was
gone
and
the
other
was
held
by
tendons
and
part
of
the
trouser
and
the
stump
twitched
and
jerked
as
though
it
were
not
connected
.
He
bit
his
arm
and
moaned
,
"
Oh
mama
mia
,
mama
Mia
,
"
then
,
"
Dio
te
salve
,
Maria
.
Dio
te
salve
,
Maria
.
Oh
Jesus
shoot
me
Christ
shoot
me
mama
mia
mama
Mia
oh
purest
lovely
Mary
shoot
me
.
Stop
it
.
Stop
it
.
Stop
it
.
Oh
Jesus
lovely
Mary
stop
it
.
Oh
oh
oh
oh
,
"
then
choking
,
"
Mama
mama
mia
.
"
Then
he
was
quiet
,
biting
his
arm
,
the
stump
of
his
leg
twitching
.
"
Porta
feriti
!
"
I
shouted
holding
my
hands
cupped
.
"
Porta
feriti
!
"
I
tried
to
get
closer
to
Passini
to
try
to
put
a
tourniquet
on
the
legs
but
I
could
not
move
.
I
tried
again
and
my
legs
moved
a
little
.
I
could
pull
backward
along
with
my
arms
and
elbows
.
Passini
was
quiet
now
.
I
sat
beside
him
,
undid
my
tunic
and
tried
to
rip
the
tail
of
my
shirt
.
It
would
not
rip
and
I
bit
the
edge
of
the
cloth
to
start
it
.
Then
I
thought
of
his
puttees
.
I
had
on
wool
stockings
but
Passini
wore
puttees
.
All
the
drivers
wore
puttees
but
Passini
had
only
one
leg
.
I
unwound
the
puttee
and
while
I
was
doing
it
I
saw
there
was
no
need
to
try
and
make
a
tourniquet
because
he
was
dead
already
.
I
made
sure
he
was
dead
.
There
were
three
others
to
locate
.
I
sat
up
straight
and
as
I
did
so
something
inside
my
head
moved
like
the
weights
on
a
doll
’
s
eyes
and
it
hit
me
inside
in
back
of
my
eyeballs
.
My
legs
felt
warm
and
wet
and
my
shoes
were
wet
and
warm
inside
.
I
knew
that
I
was
hit
and
leaned
over
and
put
my
hand
on
my
knee
.
My
knee
wasn
’
t
there
.
My
hand
went
in
and
my
knee
was
down
on
my
shin
.
I
wiped
my
hand
on
my
shirt
and
another
floating
light
came
very
slowly
down
and
I
looked
at
my
leg
and
was
very
afraid
.
Oh
,
God
,
I
said
,
get
me
out
of
here
.
I
knew
,
however
,
that
there
had
been
three
others
.
There
were
four
drivers
.
Passini
was
dead
.
That
left
three
.
Some
one
took
hold
of
me
under
the
arms
and
somebody
else
lifted
my
legs
.
"
There
are
three
others
,
"
I
said
.
"
One
is
dead
.
"
