Antwerp Airport, Tijani looked at the newspaper and repeatedly let out strange cries:
"No, this isn't true!"
"How can they do this?"
"Damn it, these bastards!"
...
Finally, he threw the newspaper aside, looking angrily at Shire: "I was deceived by them, there is no victory at all, everything is a lie, the Germans were telling the truth instead!"
Then his eyes turned to confusion: "You always knew this? How did you know? You haven't left Antwerp since the battle started."
"I don't need to see it personally at the River Somme to know the outcome." Shire held up a cup and took a few sips of water, his old affliction had returned, drinking a few more cups of coffee meant light sleep, a state between sleeping and waking.
Putting down the cup, Shire continued to explain: "I just need to understand Haig's tactical thought, a person who despises machine guns and tanks, what kind of victory do you expect from him on the battlefield?"
