World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, Italian
Who would assure me again that once we had arrived in enemy territory
such a man would not lose his courage and betray me by some hasty move
or a careless word? However, the more I thought of it, the more I was
convinced that for such an enterprise I must have a trusted companion;
and one not of officer rank lest there should develop two commands, and
two opinions which at times might conflict. This companion must be
simple, trustworthy, faithful; one whose sole task was tacitly to obey
the orders received, and to be an instrument for furthering my plans
and my decisions. There would be, too, moments in which I should need
rest but I should not be able to sleep save someone be on guard. The
greater my labor, the greater my efforts, the more necessary would it
be for me to rest, that I might rebuild and restore my weakened
energies for return to further work. In the same manner when my soldier
should prove weary, I would stand on guard for him, and thus each would
help the other.
I wished to examine the photographic chart of the flooded region in
which I had decided to land with my boat, that I might discover whether
a landing was possible. No easy thing to discern from a photograph
where there is or is not water! I deemed it best to examine the
topographical chart compiled from a careful study of the photographs.
Only a few roads emerged from the flooded regions. There were many
houses completely surrounded by water. Also from the information I
received from Lieut. Zannini, I learned that several families were
living isolated in their houses surrounded by water, but since they
have set aside certain provisions they welcome the peculiar conditions
which prevent more frequent visits from the Austrians. Granted that I
arrived as far as the shore with my boat, it was a doubtful matter
whether I should find it possible to navigate the flooded district,
since there were but the fewest places of reference by which I might
take my bearings. What if, instead, after landing, I were to proceed on
foot along one of the roads which had not been flooded? Even this idea,
which at first seemed feasible I was forced to abandon, because it was
more than probable that the Austrians had placed sentinels along the
scattered roads, and it is impossible to force a passage on a road even
if there is but one armed man guarding it. In case I were discovered
where could I try to escape? Certainly not in the water which would be
surrounding me on every side.
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