![]() ![]() More commonplace books might use this situation to extract sympathy for a plucky young chancer getting one over on the enemy. In a brief, tense scene, he convinces the soldiers that he is the owner of the splendid house and so finds himself living alongside them, desperate to conceal his true identity, but equally unwilling to escape back into the maelstrom of war. ![]() He has a bath, falls asleep and wakes up to find Nazis ringing the doorbell looking for a billet. The narrator turns out to be just as foul as the Nazis When his ragged battalion strays into a spa town, he finds himself alone in a large, luxurious house, which seems to offer a reprieve from the horror around him: a chance to pretend that “the war had never really taken place”. He is filthy, confused, frightened and fed up. The narrator is a partisan – but not the romantic hero of legend. ![]()
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