Unshaven, mud-caked, a treasured cigaret drooping from his mouth, a Rightist Spanish staff officer grinned toothily at a knot of foreign correspondents in Irun.
"We shall be in Bilbao any day, any hour," he boasted. "Eight thousand Italians and Germans are leading the advance, and this time we are mixing the Germans in with the Italians just so the Italians will not repeat the Brihuega adventure."
Spaniards are poor marksmen and worse at close order drill, but they do not run away. Not in all the nine months of Spain's civil war has there...
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