big grey rocks in the foothills of the Guadarrama mountains. Nrathan Was personally supervising the preparation of their first real meal for Weeks for his tired—out men. A piece of a heavy bomb from a Ger- man Junker plane hit him low in the back and penetrated deeply. He was rushed to hospital in Madrid but died early in the morning.

Over and _C)ver again I have noticed during this War how many (in

a sense) over-dramatic situations actually occur. It is very characte-

ristic of the whole of Nathan’s life and of this War, that just be- fore he died this bourgeois Libera1—democrati»c ex-British Officer ex- pressed the wish to speak with the Communist leader, Harry Pollitt.. I happen to know from conversations I personally had with Nathan that it was his desire to become a member of the Communist Party.

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