Accidentally, his hand knocked over an ashtray. As he bent over to retrieve it his leg gave a spasm of pain. Once more, he cursed the day he had met the Legionnaire. The doctors had said he would have a limp for the rest of his life. Philosophically, he tried to look on the wound as one more piece of evidence of the loyalty and sacrifices he had made to the cause of the revolution. Returning his attention to the letter, he absently scratched his head and leaned back in his chair. The dark walls of the tunnels were now as natural to him as his father's home had been before he had taken to the jungles with Giap. Everything was going according to plan. From all reports, Navarre would make his move soon and, if he was as predictable in the future as he had been in the past, they would at last have their victory, one which would break the will of the French people to any further support of the running dog, Navarre and his hirelings. From a hundred sources he had been piecing together the forthcoming picture, which proved once again the wisdom of Giap's methodical and careful planning.
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