The cheering died and I again put up the megaphone. ‘Well, that’s that. Now I am going to ask you to do a little thinking. What does Italy’s surrender mean to you and me? It means just this. It means that, instead of a reception committee of a few half-hearted Italians on the beach at Salerno, we shall find a first-class German armoured corps with its back well up. We shall beat it, but to-morrow’s battle will be a trifle tougher than it might have been.