按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
n the cannon's mouth but seeking the solution to the problem in yonder bowl。 But you know the bastard must be fairly able to have run this band successfully for as long as he did。 Looking at Pablo he wondered what sort of guerilla leader he would have been in the American Civil War。 There were lots of them； he thought。 But we know very little about them。 Not the Quantrills； nor the Mosbys； nor his own grandfathei but the little ones； the bushwhackers。 And about the drinking。 Do you suppose Grant really was a drunk？ His grandfather always claimed he was。 That he was always a little drunk by four o'clock in the afternoon and that before Vicksburg sometimes during the siege he was very drunk for a couple of days。 But grandfather claimed that he functioned perfectly normally no matter how much he drank except that sometimes it was very hard to wake him。 But if you _could_ wake him he was normal。
There wasn't any Grant； nor any Sherman nor any Stonewall Jackson on either side so far in this war。 No。 Nor any Jeb Stuart either。 Nor any Sheridan。 It was overrun with McClellans though。 The fascists had plenty of McClellans and we had at least three of them。
He had certainly not seen any military geniuses in this war。 Not a one。 Nor anything resembling one。 Kleber； Lucasz； and Hans had done a fine job of their share in the defense of Madrid with the International Brigades and then the old bald； spectacled； conceited； stupid…as…an…owl； unintelligent…in…conversation； brave and…as…dumb…as…a…bull； propaganda…build…up defender of Madrid； Miaja； had been so jealous of the publicity Kleber received that he had forced the Russians to relieve Kieber of his command and send him to Valencia。 Kieber was a good soldier； but limited and he _did_ talk too much for the job he had。 Golz was a good general and a fine soldier but they always kept him in a subordinate position and never gave him a free hand。 This attack was going to be his biggest show so far and Robert Jordan did not like too much what he had heard about the attack。 Then there was Gall； the Hungarian； who ought to be shot if you could believe half you heard at Gaylord's。 Make it if you can believe ten per cent of what you hear at Gaylord's； Robert Jordan thought。
He wished that he had seen the fighting on the plateau beyond Guadalajara when they beat the Italians。 But he had been down in Estremadura then。 Hans had told him about it one night in Gaylord's two weeks ago and made him see it all。 There was one moment when it was really lost when the Italians had broken the line near Trijueque and the Twelfth Brigade would have been cut off if the Torija…Brihuega road had been cut。 〃But knowing they were Italians；〃 Hans had said； 〃we attempted to manoeuvre which would have been unjustifiable against other troops。 And it was successful。〃
Hans had shown it all to him on his maps of the battle。 Hans carried them around with him in his map case all the time and still seemed marvelled and happy at the miracle of it。 Hans was a fine soldier and a good companion。 Lister's and Modesto's and Campesino's Spanish troops had all fought well in that battle； Hans had told him； and that was to be credited to their leaders and to the discipline they enforced。 But Lister and Campesino and Modesto had been told many of the moves they should make by their Russian military advisers。 They were like students flying a machine with dual controls which the pilot could take over whenever they made a mistake。 Well； this year would show how much and how well they learned。 After a while there would not be dual controls and then we would see how well they handled divisions and army corps alone。
They were Communists and they were disciplinarians。 The discipline that they would enforce would make good troops。 Lister was murderous in discipline。 He was a true fanatic and he had the complete Spanish lack of respect for life。 In a few armies since the Tartar's first invasion of the West were men executed summarily for as little reason as they were under his command。 But he knew how to forge a division into a fighting unit。 It is one thing to hold positions。 It is another to attack positions and take them and it is something very different to manoeuvre an army in the field； Robert Jordan thought as he sat there at the table。 From what I have seen of him； I wonder how Lister will be at that once the dual controls are gone？ But maybe they won't go； he thought。 I wonder if they will go？ Or whether they will strengthen？ I wonder what the Russian stand is on the whole business？ Gaylord's is the place； he thought。 There is much that I need to know now that I can learn only at Gaylord's。
At one time he had thought Gaylord's had been bad for him。 It was the opposite of the puritanical； religious communism of Velazquez 63； the Madrid palace that had been turned into the International Brigade headquarters in the capital。 At Velazquez 63 it was like being a member of a religious orderand Gaylord's was a long way away from the feeling you had at the headquarters of the Fifth Regiment before it had been broken up into the brigades of the new army。
At either of those places you felt that you were taking part in a crusade。 That was the only word for it although it was a word that had been so worn and abused that it no longer gave its true meaning。 You felt； in spite of all bureaucracy and inefficiency and party strife； something that was like the feeling you expected to have and did not have when you made your first communion。 It was a feeling of consecration to a duty toward all of the oppressed of the world which would be as difficult and embarrassing to speak about as religious experience and yet it was authentic as the feeling you had when you heard Bach； or stood in Chartres Cathedral or the Cathedral at Leon and saw the light coming through the great windows； or when you saw Mantegna and Greco and Brueghel in the Prado。 It gave you a part in something that you could believe in wholly and completely and in which you felt an absolute brotherhood with the others who were engaged in it。 It was something that you had never known before but that you had experienced now and you gave such importance to it and the reasons for it that your own death seemed of complete unimportance； only a thing to be avoided because it would interfere with the performance of your duty。 But the best thing was that there was something you could do about this feeling and this necessity too。 You could fight。
So you fought； he thought。 And in the fighting soon there was no purity of feeling for those who survived the fighting and were good at it。 Not after the first six months。
The defense of a position or of a city is a part of war in which you can feel that first sort of feeling。 The fighting in the Sierras had been that way。 They had fought there with the true comradeship of the revolution。 Up there when there had been the first necessity for the enforcement of discipline he had approved and understood it。 Under the shelling men had been cowards and had run。 He had seen them shot and left to swell beside the road； nobody bothering to do more than strip them of their cartridges and their valuables。 Taking their cartridges； their boots and their leather