With each day spent searching the Sassi, the German soldiers became more concerned that dawdling in this dusty town would land them in POW camps. They could hear the sounds of distant battles and, despite German propaganda to the contrary, they knew that the Allies" cannons and aerial attacks were coming nearer.
“But he"s your commander,” Marisa would say, and she sang empty praises about the man she was sleeping with in order to keep tabs on him. If she left him, or if he grew tired of her pleasures, her plan would not work. Marisa needed to stay close to him and maintain contact with the armed men who surrounded him.
There had been other nights when she considered reaching for the gun under Bernhard"s pillow, but she hesitated. “I can"t miss,” she thought. “I may have only one chance a
