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"
No
.
If
there
is
a
war
I
suppose
we
must
attack
.
"
"
Must
attack
.
Shall
attack
!
"
The
priest
nodded
.
"
Leave
him
alone
,
"
the
major
said
.
"
He
’
s
all
right
.
"
"
He
can
’
t
do
anything
about
it
anyway
,
"
the
captain
said
.
We
all
got
up
and
left
the
table
.
The
battery
in
the
next
garden
woke
me
in
the
morning
and
I
saw
the
sun
coming
through
the
window
and
got
out
of
the
bed
.
I
went
to
the
window
and
looked
out
.
The
gravel
paths
were
moist
and
the
grass
was
wet
with
dew
.
The
battery
fired
twice
and
the
air
came
each
time
like
a
blow
and
shook
the
window
and
made
the
front
of
my
pajamas
flap
.
I
could
not
see
the
guns
but
they
were
evidently
firing
directly
over
us
.
It
was
a
nuisance
to
have
them
there
but
it
was
a
comfort
that
they
were
no
bigger
.
As
I
looked
out
at
the
garden
I
heard
a
motor
truck
starting
on
the
road
.
I
dressed
,
went
downstairs
,
had
some
coffee
in
the
kitchen
and
went
out
to
the
garage
.
Ten
cars
were
lined
up
side
by
side
under
the
long
shed
.
They
were
top
-
heavy
,
blunt
-
nosed
ambulances
,
painted
gray
and
built
like
moving
-
vans
.
The
mechanics
were
working
on
one
out
in
the
yard
.
Three
others
were
up
in
the
mountains
at
dressing
stations
.
"
Do
they
ever
shell
that
battery
?
"
I
asked
one
of
the
mechanics
.
"
No
,
Signor
Tenente
.
It
is
protected
by
the
little
hill
.
"
"
How
’
s
everything
?
"
