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...  After a silence she took a deep breath and said, “Is it true that your sentries carry loaded guns while on guard? With real bullets, I mean?” His response was quick this time. “Not that I know of. That’s never been the case when I pulled guard duty. I’ve heard that we do sometimes at border crossings – international boundaries.” illustration> Binoculars in his left hand, trigger in his right, the hard rifle butt at his shoulder, tracers in the sky, gun clatter in his ears, the powder fumes in his nose, Herman Schuller made this his fight. “I’ve heard there’s such a place in All’ Acqua, but I can’t imagine where. Keeping that stuff around sounds risky.” She looked at him and winced as if she too was at risk…All’Acqua was in full view. She suggested she should let him off before they met a patrol. But before he could respond, she left the road and stopped on the shoulder. She killed the engine and offered him her hand in the sudden silence. Her grip was firm as a man’s, and the touch of her hand made his neck tingle. He thanked her for the ride and tried not to show the turmoil of his emotions. Nothing else came to mind, though she seemed to expect it. He could tell she was amused by something. “Uh, Corporal, you can let go of my hand now,” she said… “My name is Angelina.” Once again their eyes met and he sensed they were both ready for something, but he couldn’t think what… “Will I see you again?” Herman asked, finally. “I live in Milan.” She touched his arm again. “I’m not sure about this, Corporal, but I have the distinct feeling that we will see each other again someday. Goodbye for now and take care.” Angelina took her hand back and started the car... 
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