bridge where the railway crossed to the other side and across. she said. and relaxed.When you come back bring a phonograph.

 The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold
 The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold.How do you do I said. You walk up and down. darling. schutzen stock. You go away sototenente! You come back sotocolonello! They all laughed. If youve got a fracture you dont want inflammation. his hands moving very fast and the bandage coming taut and sure.Oh. I will probably marry Miss Barkley.Yes.Im so sorry. But those grenadiers; all over six feet. His helmet was off and his forehead was bleeding below the hair line. I had wanted to go to Abruzzi.

A rivederci. How is your poor head I looked at your papers.No. lieutenant. We read. Driving in convoy is not unpleasant if you are the first car and I settled back in the seat and watched the country. It was quiet. so she loves Scotland better than England.Goodnight. They will love you like a son. Hes dead. Back at the villa I went upstairs to the room. Thank you very much.I will go and see. I had imagined that the condition of the cars.

 206 arent youYes. But I am telling it for our priest here. and a bandage around his head. coming down. mama Mia. A little that way like the number of the first regiment of the Brigata Ancona. They take nearly a thousand prisoners. The telescope that fitted it was.They talked too much at the mess and I drank wine because tonight we were not all brothers unless I drank a little and talked with the priest about Archbishop Ireland who was. It was an Astra 7. The attack would cross the river up above the narrow gorge and spread up the hillside. Youve been away a long time. Oh oh oh oh.It is true. This took place at B?ziers.

 falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves. The cars would be all right with their good metaltometal brakes and anyway. Why did you do itI dont know. bulged forward under the capes so that the men. Ill see the medical wallahs. Did you do any heroic actNo.Yes.Where have you beenAt the Villa Rossa. At first it dropped slowly and regularly.We sat down on a bench and I looked at her. But back here youve got to have papers. For two weeks now they havent changed them.When you come back bring a phonograph. A regiment went by in the road and I watched them pass.I pressed her hand.

 and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night. tenente (first finger). It was a hot day and the sky was very bright and blue and the road was white and dusty. folded it without rising from the bed and slid it in his breeches pocket. Bersaglieri are fools. To the north we could look across a valley and see a forest of chestnut trees and behind it another mountain on this side of the river. major. What inflicted the woundsThe medical captain.I took off my tunic and shirt and washed in the cold water in the basin. Come with me if you want. I remember having a silly idea he might come to the hospital where I was. Rinaldi put away the bottle and we went down the stairs. as I said. And come to morrow night. lieutenant.

I stopped in front of the Villa Rossa. biting his arm.All thinking men are atheists. Every week some one gets wounded by rock fragments.No. I asked what time the attack was to he and they said as soon as it was dark.Say. The road was screened because it was in sight of the Austrians across the river.The battery in the next garden woke me in the morning and I saw the sun coming through the window and got out of the bed.Lets drop it anyway. It was quiet for a moment still. We in the auto ambulance cannot even realize at all how bad it is. and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels.I will get it for you. I said.

 Oh Jesus shoot me Christ shoot me mama mia mama Mia oh purest lovely Mary shoot me. loosely packed cigarettes that spilled tobacco and needed to have the ends twisted before you smoked them. There was an English there. I said. Hold on to my neck. The division for which we worked were to attack at a place up the river and the major told me that I would see about the posts for during the attack. maybe yes.I translated this for Miss Ferguson. the tall Englishman said in Italian. isnt itQuite. It would have been much simpler. he touched the little finger. He took my glass and filled it. But dont be a fool. There was much traffic at night and many mules on the roads with boxes of ammunition on each side of their pack-saddles and gray motor trucks that carried men.

 I myself felt as badly as he did and could not understand why I had not gone.I looked outside. And come to morrow night. the captain commenced picking on the priest. That night in the mess after the spaghetti course. I thought somebody was screaming. She was carrying a thin rattan stick like a toy riding-crop.Its better to wear him. Tenente. Dear Catherine. They had come back for him. Catherine asked me to tell you she was sorry she couldnt see you this evening. You are really an Italian. He would loan them mess tins if they did not have them. Passini said.

Have you done nursing longSince the end of fifteen. The major was at the telephone sitting on a box. The officers were not good but dull. and a bandage around his head.Oh.A big shell came in and burst outside in the brickyard.Sit down to it. We walked to the door and I saw her go in and down the hall. That is why we have this war. The orderly was listening behind the desk. I dont go there any more. She waved again and then I was out of the driveway and climbing up into the seat of the ambulance and we started. He spoke again in pidgin Italian. Why dont you come inHe shook his head. Inside the dugout were the three drivers sitting against the wall.

 I had a very fine little show and Im all right now. Goodnight.No.How is he the Englishman called back. Florence.Yes.Be serious. You get along very well without me. Ill take it very easily. It was all right with me.All right. They lifted me onto the table. He opened his trunk and took out a bottle.Who goes to the attack asked Gavuzzi. I said.

 Ill always come back. He came back with a handful of roasted coffee beans. It was an Astra 7. But the Italians had crossed and spread out a little way on the far side to hold about a mile and a half on the Austrian side of the river. A mass loosened. Signor Tenente.I didnt know about anything then. the major said. They were laughing. He doesnt want to see peasants. you met British men and sometimes women. dusty and tired. They sent me the little stick. I thought. You understand Priest every night five against one.

 There was another stretcher by the side with a man on it whose nose I could see. Why did you do itI dont know. the trees around the square and the long avenue of trees that led to the square; these with there being girls in the town.Kiss me. in which you said things instead of playing cards. Well take you back with us. I said.Yes. Always with the carabinieri.Ill be right here. This captain baited him often. In the morning they came to each bed in turn. Where did you go and what did you do Tell me everything at once.Hello. The tall English driver came around and looked in.

 No one to lend me money. I could not see the guns but they were evidently firing directly over us. Gordini stood behind me. she said. He bellows. I saluted and went out.I left them working. I say he bellows!I would like you to go to Abruzzi.This isnt a deep dugout. Gordini said. TaorminaYou talk like a timetable.There arent enough troops here for a real attack. Hes a better man than I am.Like the Tchecos. keeping to the side.

 I said. There.One of those shot by the carabinieri is from my town. I said. Do you have to take me to that regimentYes. aint this a goddam warListen. Are you badly hitIn the leg. Some one took hold of me under the arms and somebody else lifted my legs.What the hell.He held a forceps with some gauze in the end.She looked down at the grass. Miss Ferguson walked away in the dark.Thats awfully nice.Whats the matter nowNew rings. She was carrying a thin rattan stick like a toy riding-crop.

 I wished we had a Napoleon. I am an atheist. He went back inside. You will be good to me. I knew I would not be killed. we are. We are mechanics.There is a class that controls a country that is stupid and does not realize anything and never can. keeping to the side. The shock dulls the pain; but this is all right. I said.If you drop me again. It was that which shook my faith. he said.Ill bring it to you.

 I wouldnt be able to get the stretcher out alone. I was after him. in order that I might understand perfectly. Your lovely cool goddess.Im so sorry. depended to a considerable extent on myself. Hes dead. Rinaldi was sitting on the bed with a copy of Hugos English grammar. When he stopped swishing and fell asleep they came down and I blew them away and finally covered my face with my hands and slept too. I said.Goodnight. Those were all the Austrians mountains and we had nothing like them. I unwound the puttee and while I was doing it I saw there was no need to try and make a tourniquet because he was dead already. This was a game. bound in leather.

 we are. Its in the bulletin. I would eat quickly and go and see Catherine Barkley. English. As I looked out at the garden I heard a motor truck starting on the road. Not very well. We are not peasants. said Miss Ferguson. cheekfitted. There was more to it than that.I looked back and saw her standing on the steps. the old bridge where the railway crossed to the other side and across. she said. and relaxed.When you come back bring a phonograph.