end of fifteen. were on the trunk.

 Lacerations of the scalp (he probed Does that hurt Christ
 Lacerations of the scalp (he probed Does that hurt Christ. Again the candlelight made its shadows on the wall. A.Must attack. said Rinaldi.If I go back theyll make me get operated on and then theyll put me in the line all the time. I am now in love with Miss Barkley. I looked back and saw the three cars all climbing.He does really. He brought them over to me. I said and poured the basin full of water. was my age. They come back for me. There were three others to locate. wore his black boots.

It was just beyond where we turned off. I felt him in his metal box against my chest while we drove. The priest shook his head.I went along the narrow road down toward the river.Youre dirty. Your blood coagulates beautifully. The pain hasnt started yet. Goodby. who said Miss Barkley was on dutytheres a war on. But no. I undid the clasp of the gold chain and put it around my neck and clasped it.She looked down at the grass. Rome. biting his arm. We wont drop you again.

 the line of the river that separated the two armies. Nobody had mentioned what the stakes were. I had been up the river to the bridgehead at Plava.Youre not a Catholic.There isnt any place.Yes. I had a very fine little show and Im all right now. and good news. No. I must write some letters.It starts now. and I knew I was dead and that it had all been a mistake to think you just died.What rotten luck. waiting for Catherine Barkley to come down.I wanted to kiss her.

 I breathed and I was back.You should not let us talk this way.We walked along together through the town and I chewed the coffee. Im not. This was better than going every evening to the house for officers where the girls climbed all over you and put your cap on backward as a sign of affection between their trips upstairs with brother officers. nights in bed. Roma. It is just bad administration. The door was open. Passini was dead.He should go to Palermo. He came in very fast and bent down over the bed and kissed me.Most of them dont.Poor man. I saw that word pricked him and kept on.

 on purpose. Sculpture had always seemed a dull businessstill. Im Scotch.Im so sorry. the tiny man with the long thin neck and the goat beard. Every one laughed. My hand went in and my knee was down on my shin. looking up from the paper. After I was wounded I never found him. One leg was gone and the other was held by tendons and part of the trouser and the stump twitched and jerked as though it were not connected.He poured two glasses and we touched them.Its rotten. Miss Barkley said.Whats to stop itIt will crack somewhere. Hold on to my neck.

 With your priest and your English girl.You have beautiful hair. Gordini stood up and went outside with me.Look at the bump. If you must have a priest have that priest.Youd better chew some coffee.Of course they do. The captain spoke pidgin Italian for my doubtful benefit. I watched the flashes on San Gabriele. isnt there I was brought up to think there was.No. I said. Everybody hates this war.No. you see.

 said the priest.I felt it.I walked behind her out into the garden.Shes Scotch. The men were hot and sweating. The river ran behind us and the town had been captured very handsomely but the mountains beyond it could not be taken and I was very glad the Austrians seemed to want to come back to the town some time. He slapped the bed with his glove.We walked along together through the town and I chewed the coffee.Priest today with girls.Dont you wish you could bellow like himHe bellows. I said to the priest. mama Mia. The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold. and his hair shone. They picked me up and took me into the dressing room.

 Rinaldi put away the bottle and we went down the stairs. higher snow mountains. sitting in my trousers and an undershirt in front of the open window. I said. whether or not things were obtainable.Were you there. He started with the upright thumb and named in their order the thumb and four fingers. the pillars with the marble busts. He stopped the car and looked in through the hole behind his seat.Couldnt you take me no place elseIf it was closer to the front I could take you to a first medical post. I am listening. Driving in convoy is not unpleasant if you are the first car and I settled back in the seat and watched the country. They were very nice and we had a big evening. Goodby. A.

 The hall too. Ill not learn it in two weeks.Good Christ I said. He took my glass and filled it. Why dont we stop fighting If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away. Ill paint all this and Does that sting Good. didnt IShe was looking at me in the dark.I dont believe a word of this. Manera said.You dont wear himNo.Goodnight. The frescoes were not bad. I was still angry and as I held her suddenly she shivered.What about eating.Hes dead I think.

 as I went in. I would have married him or anything. the operation was successful.Ill take the American Tenente. now this is the point of the story. are youNo. You walk up and down. biting his arm. His breath went away. would you he asked. Passing where the shells had landed I avoided the small broken places and smelled the high explosive and the smell of blasted clay and stone and freshly shattered flint.Is there anything I can do. Are you coming to nightNo. Passini was quiet now. There was a little shelter of green branches outside over the entrance and in the dark the night wind rustled the leaves dried by the sun.

 walking under the trees. carts and loaded ambulances and all returning traffic up the old narrow road. Signor Tenente.Sure. he said. I sat up straight and as I did so something inside my head moved like the weights on a dolls eyes and it hit me inside in back of my eyeballs. We drank the second grappa. The priest looked up. I knew it. It seemed no more dangerous to me myself than war in the movies. I decided to go on upstairs.Nothing.Ill bring it to you. I was there and reading of it in the paper. I said to Gordini.

Shes on duty. I suppose it was mutual tolerance because the Austrians still kept a bridgehead further down the river. Remember carefully. I am positive you will get the silver.There are three others.Its a silly front. and good news. For two weeks now they havent changed them. I hope shes not ill. There are some people who never realize. in the infantry. and stood up. But I am telling it for our priest here.What about eating. said the major.

 I knew I did not love Catherine Barkley nor had any idea of loving her. helping ourselves to wine from the grasscovered gallon flask; it swung in a metal cradle and you pulled the neck of the flask down with the forefinger and the wine. and a bandage around his head. Maybe the Austrians would crack. There is no finish to a war.He will look after you. he said. Through the other noise I heard a cough.I stopped in front of the Villa Rossa. I am very moved to see you badly wounded. With your priest and your English girl.They wont crack here. There is only one difference between taking a girl who has always been good and a woman.We looked at Rinaldi talking with the other nurse. I said.

 and one day at the end of the fall when I was out where the oak forest had been I saw a cloud coming over the mountain. crossed the pontoon bridge. Miss Barkley said. But its very beautiful. he himself so small that you could not see his face but only the top of his cap and his narrow back. It did not have anything to do with me. All fire and smoke and nothing inside.I cut the cheese into pieces and laid them on the macaroni. I said. I said that was a foul lie and. Will you have a cigaretteThanks. Manera said. Jt was warm and like the spring and I walked down the alleyway of trees. Carabinieri shot them.Well crack.

 tipping their heads back. Every week some one gets wounded by rock fragments. You rarely find any one any good this close to the front.Here is the American Tenente.I didnt carry anybody. The town was very nice and our house was very fine.Do we have to go on and talk this wayNo. brown mountains with a little green on their slopes. Fragments of enemy trench mortar shell.I was away for two days at the posts. We drank rum and it was very friendly. not good by. then stopped and kissed her. I said. the fighting in the mountains beyond the town.

 I made sure he was dead. The doctors were working with their sleeves up to their shoulders and were red as butchers. Youre a very good boy. the water clear. Again the candlelight made its shadows on the wall. You havent any fracture.Were you in the StatesSure.At the start of the winter came the permanent rain and with the rain came the cholera. Then we saw a horse ambulance stopped by the road. Youve been away a long time. I said. said the priest. I said.Youre not a Catholic. come.

Shes not awfully well. Bless me. she said.Im awfully sorry. One is dead. I will write you cards to my family in Amalfi.Im so sorry. I wanted to go to the Black Forest. That made the bed damp and cool. Fillipo Vincenza Bassi or Bassi Fillippo Vicenza had never touched a drop all evening and what was his name anyway He said was my name Frederico Enrico or Enrico Federico I said let the best man win. I had imagined that the condition of the cars.I dried my hands and took out my pocketbook from the inside of my tunic hanging on the wall. Profound wounds of right knee and foot.Have you done nursing longSince the end of fifteen. were on the trunk.