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nstead of having one of these airplanes grab me？〃
They did not answer。 They did not have to answer。 They were battle police。
〃Take him back there with the others；〃 the first officer said。 〃You see。 He speaks Italian with an accent。〃
〃So do you； you ；〃 I said。
〃Take him back with the others；〃 the first officer said。 They took me down behind the line of officers below the road toward a group of people in a field by the river bank。 As we walked toward them shots were fired。 I saw flashes of the rifles and heard the reports。 We came up to the group。 There were four officers standing together； with a man in front of them with a carabiniere on each side of him。 A group of men were standing guarded by carabinieri。 Four other carabinieri stood near the questioning officers； leaning on their carbines。 They were wide…hatted carabinieri。 The two who had me shoved me in with the group waiting to be questioned。 I looked at the man the officers were questioning。 He was the fat gray…haired little lieutenant…colonel they had taken out of the column。 The questioners had all the efficiency； coldness and mand of themselves of Italians who are firing and are not being fired on。
〃Your brigade？〃
He told them。
〃Regiment？〃
He told them。
〃Why are you not with your regiment？〃
He told them。
〃Do you not know that an officer should be with his troops？〃 He did。
That was all。 Another officer spoke。
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