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Falzoni struggled against the tide of jungle camouflage battle fatigues pouring out of the train along the platform. Outnumbered in his civilian clothes, he edged his way with one elbow, through the contra-flowing river of soldiers, while holding on tightly to his large case lest it should be wrenched from his grasp in all the bustling. All around the same battle was going on multifold for individuals. Shoulder-born supply bags swinging about narrowly missing other bags and their bearers. Scattered about the mass uniforms, threadbare civilian clothes in their drabness reflected the sullen expressions of their weary wearers. Here and there children looked tiny and lost, as indeed they were, amidst the teeming crowd of grown-ups, their wailing cries drowned in the noise of the station’s
