Italy was in. Those emotional little men, those lovers of laughter but not of war-whose forefathers were licked by Louis XII's generals in three weeks, were a mere side dish to Napoleon I, were even overwhelmed by the ignorant Ethiopians at Aduwa in 1896, were the shame of their Allies at Caporetto-shouldered their arms and reluctantly left their dark-haired weeping women.
For months these war-hating warriors had waited for their marching papers. For nine long months since the invasion of Poland they had, without realizing it, actually been fighting.' Without pulling a...
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