Once there was a war by John Steinbeck

Author:John Steinbeck
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
Tags: Language Arts & Disciplines, Romance, History, Literary Collections, World War II, 1902-1968, Military - World War II, Journalism, 1939-1945, General, Literary, Steinbeck, John, World War, Fiction - General, Military, Essays, Classics, Fiction
Publisher: Viking Press
Published: 1958-10-17T08:00:00+00:00

MUSSOLINI

LONDON, August 9, 1943—The ship was in mid-ocean when Mussolini resigned. Rumor ran among the soldiers and the crew and the Army nurses that something important had happened. Then, down from the bridge, came the corroboration—“Mussolini has resigned”—on that. For five days the people on board had that for their minds and their hopes to play with. And the process went something like this:

Two sergeants and a PFC stood out of the wind in the lee of a life raft. “Well, you’ve got to admit it’s good news if it’s true,” the PFC said.

“Yes,” said the technical sergeant, “but you know how it is when a guy is quitting. He gets kicked in the pants. There must be plenty of people who would like to take a sock at old Musso. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t live too long.”

“You got right,” the staff sergeant said. “I’d hate to be in Musso’s shoes.”

The ship plowed through the sea and the escorts hovered about like worried chickens. ...

A second lieutenant sat in the lounge, talking to an Army nurse. “Gin rummy?” he asked.

“Sure,” said the nurse.

The lieutenant leaned toward her. “A private in my outfit got it pretty straight. Somebody knocked off the Duce.”

“How do you mean?”

The second lieutenant shuffled and passed the deck for cut. “Got him. That’s what I mean. Cut his throat. I hope he bled some.”

The nurse ignored the cards. She frowned. “I wonder whether he really had power or whether he was just a figurehead.”

“Why? What difference does it make if he’s dead?”

“Well, said the nurse, “if he had power, than the Fascists go out with him gone. They’ll all get killed. There’ll be a revolution. That’s what I mean.”

“I guess you’re right,” said the lieutenant. “You want to keep score ...?”

The captain lay on his back in his bunk in the crowded stateroom. He talked to the bunk above him. “You’ve got to hand it to those Wops,” he said. “When they’ve got something to fight for, they sure put up a fight.”

A major’s head appeared over the edge of the upper bunk. “What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you hear? After Mussolini got bumped off, the Wops revolted. They’ve got the nicest little revolution going you ever heard. Rome is a shambles. They’re hunting down the Fascists like rats.”

“God Almighty,” said the major, “this would be the right time to invade. From a military point of view, you couldn’t ask for a better time. I wonder if we’ve got the stuff ready to do it?”

A steward lingered in the passageway near the icebox. A KP came furtively near. “Stay out of those strawberries,” the steward said sternly.

“We ain’t got no strawberries,” said the furtive one. “The nurses went through them strawberries like we’re going through Italy. I didn’t get none of them strawberries.”

“Have we got into Italy?”

“Got in? Where you been? We’re halfway up the calf right now. There’s MPs walkin’ the streets of Rome this minute and the Wops puttin’ flowers in the hair.

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