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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2871463" data-attributes="member: 26473">Lt. Ferrand and Sgt. Katsourianis listen as Pyotr describes the Arab ducking into the doorway. The SAS officer is sanguine.“Some of the men in the douar refused to help,” he replies patiently. “They don’t want to be seen as aiding the French Army. They are afraid of retribution should word reach the FLN.” Ferrand turns to Kat. “Sergent, the sooner we finish the cistern and the pen, the sooner we can get back to El-Biya and brief your captain, yes?” Without waiting for a reply, he turns on his heel and starts back to where the men are watching and waiting.Kat watches the mechta for a moment, then quietly tells Pyotr, “Find someplace where you can keep an eye on that house without being noticed. And watch your back,” he adds. “This putain...” The section leader pauses, seems to think better of what he’s about to say, and finishes with, “Stay alert and keep me informed,” before starting back to the cistern.At the cistern Syrovy laughs derisively. “That lieutenant is a pain in the ass,” the Hungarian replies to Normand. “But you have no problem fighting for these wogs, do you, big man?” The skinny legionnaire looks up at Normand with clear eyes.“Forget about it and let’s get this done, eh?” Nedjar interjects.Marcel follows Sister Courcy into the mechta. “I’m sure the children are enthralled by a French soldier speaking to them in their own language, Fortier,” she answers. She asks Marcel to translate once again, to explain to another veiled woman about the inoculations for the children. After four small boys are rounded up, the nurse looks over at Marcel as the medic draws the vaccine into a syringe. “Your French sounds like you’re from the metropolis,” she says. The question is left unstated.</blockquote>

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