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Sometimes, instead of shouting revolutionary slogans he simply told the Fascists how much better we were fed than they were.
His account of the Government rations was apt to be a little imaginative. 'Buttered toast!'-you could hear his voice echoing across the lonely valley— We're just sitting down to buttered toast over here! Lovely slices of buttered toast!'

They say it takes a thousand bullets to kill a man, and at this rate it would be twenty years before I killed my first Fascist.

this book is rly funny

Goodness knows how many times the Spanish standard of marksmanship has saved my life.
Nothing will convince a Spaniard, at least a young Spaniard, that fire-arms are dangerous...
"Don't fire," I said half-jokingly as I focused the camera.
"Oh, no, we won't fire."
The next moment there was a frightful roar and a stream of bullets tore past my face so close that my cheek was stung by grains of cordite.

"This is not a war," he used to say, "it is a comic opera with an occasional death."

i can just imagine blanca ripoll saying ts