"Though they were to depart with 'the honours of war', with their equipment, stores, artillery, horses, and baggage, while the Dictator took over the forts, barraks and military establishments after an exchange of prisoners, not a few of them wept for shame as they filed off in a seemingly endless column before grinning groups of their red-shirted victors. They could not understand their humiliating defeat: had they not been betrayed by their commanders?
Old General Lanza looked as self-satisfied as if he had won a campaign. At a final parade, like a flamboyant mockery of militarism, one miserable soldier stepped from the ranks and shouted to the General in hoarse resentment: 'Look Your Excellency! Just see how many we are! Must we really leave like this?' 'Be off you drunken sot!' the General replied.