It looked like just another simple job, The train was in steam and the weather was fine. not a snow cloud in the sky.
With plenty of fuel, and a promise of overhead cover, in addition to that offered by the mountains themselves this journey should be a piece of cake, or to be more exact "ein Stück Kuchen" as engineer Gruber remarked to his Fireman. Opening the throttle he began the long journey from Graz to Trieste. All went well, and the snows in the high passes were very picturesque at this time of the year.
Gruber felt that he could enjoy this journey now that he was at last free from running the gauntlet of the Russian front.
Besides had he not got coaches full of armed soldiers and two Anti aircraft guns mounted on the flat cars further down the train.
After an hour or two he had reached the limit of the snow line,and the train was now running out into a verdant valley between the lower slopes of the Skof ja Loca.
Suddenly above the noise of the Locomotive he heard a strange almost unearthly screaming and whining noise.
Kyte.
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