"Nice guy," Jay said as the door closed behind Rinaldi.
"You said it. Good officer, too. He'll root out the bird who's playing around out there. Can't figure out why it's being done."
"Factions," Jay said, "—within factions."
"Little ones always exist, I guess. Have you finished with the history films?"
"I've seen them, yes. I'm still trying to digest them."
"The language give you much trouble?"
"Quite a bit, but I think I got most of it.
"One man," Jay went on wonderingly. "One man. A Captain in the Italian Army.
"The Communist forces in Indo-China had been driven back and Captain—then Major—Lollabrigida went in after them.
"The defeat was becoming so terrible that the Kremlin dealt itself a playing hand rather than the dummy it had been playing. Red forces came piling in. Lollabrigida and his Italian troops stopped them cold. Then he seemed to sway. And, when the Commies pounced for the kill, they were trapped, pocketed, and annihilated.