“Then we heard that Hungary was calling out the Honveds, but we still thought nothing of it.”
“Certainly not,” I said.
“And then we heard—”
“Yes, I know,” I said, “you heard that Italy was calling out the Trombonari, and that Germany was calling in all the Landesgeschutzshaft.”
He looked at me.
“How did you know that?” he said.
“We heard it over here,” I answered.
“Well,” he went on, “next thing we knew we heard that the Russians were at Fryzzl.”
“Great Heavens!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, at Fryzzl, not a hundred miles away. The very place we’d been at only two weeks before.”