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When it was over he fell back on the sand with exhaustion. The wind gusted down from the top of the hill and hit him in the face with a smell of burnt jap. It didn't smell too bad. A bit like roast lamb. Next to the lemon trees, nets lie peacefully draped over a 155 mm howitzer. He reads a page or two of Tacitus each morning after breakfast. ................
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