“Where are we heading tomorrow, Victor?” “I’m going into the front line. You and Talky will stay in a town several miles back. Up front one sometimes has to make a dash for it, the colonel says, and of course Talky can’t do that.” “Why must you go?” “Well, Amphiteatrov offered. It’ll be informative.” “This is the flight to Berlin again.” “No. I’ll be on the ground all the way, on friendly territory. Quite a difference.” “How long will you be gone from us?” “Just a few hours.”
