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s rubble and it was impossible to tell. Who would care? Who could ever
describe this confusionand come up with the village names and the dates for the
history books? And take the reasonable view and begin to assign the blame? No one
would ever know what it was like to be here. Without the details there could be no
larger picture. The abandoned storesequipment and vehicles made an avenue of
scrap that spilled across their path. With thisand the bodiesthey were forced to
walk in the center of the road. That did not matter because the convoy was no longer
moving. Soldiers were climbing out of troop carriers and continuing on foot
stumbling over brick and roof tiles. The wounded were left in the lorries to wait.
There was a greater press of bodies in a narrower spacegreater irritation. Turner
kept his head down and followed the man in frontprotectively folded in his
thoughts.
He would be cleared. From the way it looked herewhere you could hardly be
bothered to lift your feet to step over a dead woman��s armhe did not think he
would be needing apologies or tributes. To be cleared would be a pure state. He
dreamed of it like a loverwith a simple longing. He dreamed of it in the way other
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