52 Developments

52 Developments

(1) I am so full of rage that I can hardly speak. Antonio says to me, 'Carlo, calm down, we've got to be clever, because it's no use being angry, OK?'

But I am tired of being the toy of lunatics, incompetents, and fools, idiots who think it's still the Great War, when everything was done in line abreast and there was still honour between enemies.

It's unbelievable. The Germans are flying in more reinforcements, the sky is full

of Junkers, and Colonel Barge has gone to Gandin to demand surrender in accordance with the orders of Supergreccia, and Gandin does absolutely nothing except consult his chaplains and his senior officers. Isn't he the General? Isn't it for him to decide and to as quickly? How is he qualified to decide my fate? I who have lived through months of ice and agony in Albania, I who have held the body of a man I loved as he died in my arms in a trench of rats and freezing slime. Doesn't Gandin listen to the radio? Is he the only one who doesn't know that the Germans are looting and slaughtering in Italy? Doesn't he know that only a day or two ago they crowded one hundred into one room, and blew them up with landmines? Hasn't he heard that for one German death they have shot eighty policemen and twenty civilians in Aversa? Doesn't he know that disarmed soldiers are being transported God-knows-where in cattle trucks? I am crazy with anger. The commanders, all except two, have agreed to surrender. We are ten thousand and they are three. What madness is this? Hasn't the government ordered us to take the Germans and disarm them? What's the problem? Why does he want to obey the fascists, whose party has been abolished, and ignore the will of the Prime Minister and the King?

(2) `Colonel Barge? I have withdrawn the 3rd Battalion of the 317th Infantry from Kardakata, in token of good will. As you know, the island is indefensible without that position, and I therefore hope chat you will accept that we have no hostile intentions, and that you will not insist upon the disarming of the troops.'

`My dear General, I must insist. I have undertaken that the troops will be sent straight home to Italy, and I have no intention of going back on my word. They must be disarmed, however, or their weapons may well be turned against us when they get home. You must see that from our point of view this is only common sense. I appeal to you as an old friend.'

`Colonel, I am still awaiting clarification of orders. I hope you will understand my position. It is very difficult.'

`General, you have had your orders from Supergreccia, and whatever orders you receive from Italy itself are invalid, since that government is illegitimate. We are soldiers, General, and we must obey orders.'

`Colonel, I will let you know as soon as I can.'

Colonel Barge put down the telephone and turned to one of his majors; `I want you to take a company of men and occupy Kardakata. The idiot Italians have just abandoned it, so there shouldn't be any problem.'

(3) I have been to see Pelagia and the doctor. I asked them to look after my Antonio, and Pelagia wrapped it in a blanket and put it under the hole in the floor where political refugees used to hide in the time of the British. They told me that Carlo had also been, and had left a thick wad of writings with them, which they were not to read unless he was dead. I wonder what he has been scribbling? I did not know that he had authorial inclinations. You don't expect it in such a big and muscular man. Pelagia looks very thin and almost ill, and we decided that we couldn't go to our little hideaway, because there might be orders for my battery at any moment. She stroked my cheek so wistfully that I almost did not know how to prevent some tears. She has tried to contact the partisans through someone that she calls Bunnios, without success.

(4) (S) Leutnant Weber dismantled and oiled his gun. He felt a little apprehensive without the panzers that had accompanied his odyssey across Europe. It was a relief that so many munitions had been pouring into Lixouri, but it was worrying that so far there were not many reinforcements. It was well known that the colonel had delivered a final ultimatum to General Gandin, and had asked him some embarrassing questions about his loyalties and his intentions. There were eight hours left. He thought about Corelli and wondered what he was doing, and then he removed the silver crucifix that hung about his neck, and just looked at it. General Gandin had refused complete surrender, demanded freedom of movement for his troops, and asked for written guarantees of the safety of his men. Weber smiled and shook his head. Someone was going to have to teach them a lesson.

`Gentlemen, what should I do?' asked General Gandin, and the chaplains looked from one to the other, enjoying their new-found importance, relishing this rare opportunity to become strategists consulted by a general. It yeas vastly more intoxicating than to hear confessions from men who did not, in the ultimate analysis, take them very seriously, and it was a very saintly sensation, this business of expressing peaceable sentiments with immense gravitas and moral authority.

`Lay down our arms with written guarantees,' said one, `and then, by God's will,

we will all be going home.'

`I disagree completely,' declared only one of them, `in my opinion it would be profoundly misguided.'

The general had an obsession with Stukas. The thought of those crook-winged howling birds of don made his stomach churn with dread. Possibly he did not know that from a military point of view they were one of the most ineffective weapons of war ever devised; it was true that they were terrifying, but it was shellfire that caused casualties. He had far more guns than the Germans, and could have obliterated them within hours.

`Ah, the Stukas,' agreed the chaplains, who also did not know anything about it, but were adept at nodding wisely with the air of men of the world.

(6) `So we're going to lay down our arms and go home?'

asked one of the boys.

`Yes, my son,' said the unit's chaplain. `Thanks be to God.'

Carlo came running in, `Listen, lads, the garrison on St Maura surrendered, and the Germans took them prisoner and shot Colonel Ottalevi.'

`Puttana,' exclaimed Corelli, drawing his pistol and slapping it down on the table. `That's it. Let's take a vote.'

`It's probably only a rumour,' suggested the chaplain.

`We should have a vote in the whole division,' said Carlo, ignoring the cleric. He had never had any time for the Church and its representatives, since realising that in his absence he had been condemned to hellfire for being born as he was.

`Right, boys,' said Corelli, `I am going to talk to every battery officer I can find, and we'll get a vote organised. Agreed?'

`What about Gandin?' asked a young lad from Naples.

The men looked from one to the other, and all had the same thought. `If we have to,' said Corelli, `we'll arrest him.'

(7) In the morning General Gandin sat on his hands. He gave no orders, even though a command had come from Brindisi to take the Germans prisoner. He spent the day going through his paperwork and looking out of the window with his hands behind his back. His mind seized up, and all he could think about was what he should have done instead of being a soldier. He cast his mind back over the halcyon days of his youth, and realised that even they had not amounted to anything much. He felt like an octogenarian who looks back upon an empty life and wonders if any of it was worth the while.

Colonel Barge, on the other hand, had been struck by a most excellent brainwave. He knew that the Italians did not trust him, and he therefore set out to divide them by affecting some exemplary behaviour. At dusk he sent an Oberleutnant and a company of grenadiers to surround an Italian battery in secrecy. Captain Aldo Puglisi had no choice except to surrender peacefully as soon as he realised what had happened. His men were disarmed and sent away without the firing of a shot. On their way they passed the military brothel, but did not have the heart to enter. A wave of optimism and relief, of home-talk and peace-talk, passed through the ranks of the Acqui Division, just as the colonel had planned. It was a deception, a confidence-trick, of masterly proportions.

On the following morning an Italian sergeant shot his own captain, who had wanted to surrender, and Tiger tanks appeared out of nowhere and sat like ominous monsters at the crossroads, their hulls perspiring with the inhuman smell of oil and heated steel. Many of the Italian battery commanders ignored

them as though they were anachronistic Pelagic rocks that had appeared fortuitously and might just as arbitrarily disappear, but others, like Captain Antonio Corelli, traversed some of their guns away from the sea and retrained them, having grown tired of waiting for orders that never came.

(8) For the attention of Colonel Barge; Direct Order from the Fuhrer; Enclosed is the code word upon whose receipt by telegraph in encrypted form you will begin the assault on, and total liquidation of, all Italian anti-Fascist forces in Cephallonia. In the meantime, continue negotiations in such a way as to gain their confidence. All bodies to be disposed of thoroughly, preferably by means of barges ballasted and sunk at sea. Since there has been no formal declaration of war by Italy, all opposing Italian forces are to be treated as francs-tireurs, and not as prisoners of war.

(9) General Gandin seemed visibly to have aged in the space of a few days: `Gentlemen, the situation is this. I have before me memorandum OP44, of September the 3rd. It instructs us that we are to act against the Germans only if we are attacked. I also have order no. N2 of the 6th, which states that we are to make no common cause with any forces resisting the Germans. This last order contradicts the terms of the armistice signed by Castellano, so what are we to make of it?'

`General, it means quite simply that the Allies will not trust us. The order is foolish. Are we aware of any Allied preparations to help us?'

`No, Major. They have had over forty days and have done nothing, and neither has the War Office. There is reason to suspect that they know of the Germans' intentions and have not informed us. There are apparently no plans for co- operation.'

`But General, the Germans have hundreds of planes on the mainland, and we have nothing. Why have the Allies abandoned us?'

`A good question. Furthermore, I have this order, no. 24202, which says that we must negotiate with the Germans to gain time, and that German requests for us to move should not be regarded as hostile acts. As you know, we have co- operated in this, but the result is that they now have all the most important

strategic and tactical positions. Do you think that we should cease to obey this order, on our own initiative?'

`Is the order legal, General? Doesn't it contradict order no. OP44?'

`But which one takes precedence? I can't get clarification. With the relocation of the War Office from Rome to Brindisi, everything is in a state of confusion. And now we have this order from Vecchiarelli to lay down our arms. It says that General Lanz will repatriate us after fourteen days, but I cannot get confirmation of this from Brindisi. So what do we do? Vecchiarelli believes General Lanz, but do we?'

`I for one do not, General. In any case the men are one hundred per cent against it. They have had a vote, and three officers who recommended it to their men have been shot. It would be most unwise. In any case we have the order from the War Office last night, telling us to treat the Germans as enemies.'

`For that reason I telegraphed Vecchiarelli that we could not obey the order. By the way, it is my duty to inform you that I have been offered command of Mussolini's little army in his new so-called "republic". I have declined the offer, as my prime loyalty is to the King. I trust I have done the correct thing.'

`The correct thing, General, is to avoid confrontation with the Germans. They were our allies until a few days ago, and it is an intolerable dishonour to the Armed Forces to be obliged to turn against them. Many of them are our personal friends. I also think that the Allied insistence upon unconditional surrender is to them just as dishonourable as the German insistence upon the same thing. It is better to die than to submit to either of these demands.'

(10) 'I say, chaps, the order has come through from Berlin for the show to begin in Cephallonia. Sergeant, be a stout fellow and take this through to Jumbo.'

General Jumbo Wilson read the message through, and decided not to do anything. He had plenty of men, ships, planes, and materiel at his disposal, all ready to go. But it wouldn't do to let Johnny Kraut know that he knew how to decode their messages, would it?