To my right is an impact from an Italian soldiers service weapon. I was on the other side of the block wall, directly in line with the impact. I ran outside to see what was going on and found an Italian soldier, sitting in the bed of a transport vehicle with his rifle laying across his lap and smoke wafting from the muzzle. Where there's smoke, there's fire. I uttered a few choice words to the young soldier, but I don't think he understood.
