side and across.Two carabinieri held the car up.

 she said
 she said.You dont wear himNo.You are crazy. Why did you join up with the ItaliansI was in Italy. the car looking disgraced and empty with the engine open and parts spread on the work bench. Then there was one that we did not hear coming until the sudden rush. he said. But its a rotten game. I lowered it into the mouth. I looked back and saw Rinaldi standing watching me and waved to him. Rocca said.Well crack. Sometimes all niceness gone and glad to get out on the street but always another day starting and then another night.It was nearly dark when we came down and turned onto the main road that ran beside the river. Youre a very good boy. I tried to move but I could not move.

 you met British men and sometimes women. the line of the river that separated the two armies. he said in Italian. She was crying. This was a game. I like him. darling. he said. I said.How do you do I said.We two were talking while the others argued. seeing it all ahead like the moves in a chess game. The King was good but dull.As you wish.No.No.

All bersaglieriI think so. in Milan. darling. I knew I would not be killed. For two weeks now they havent changed them. said Rinaldi. the trees around the square and the long avenue of trees that led to the square; these with there being girls in the town. she said.Be good while Im gone. It was Miss Ferguson. that there had been three others. Ill paint all this and Does that sting Good.Thats the only differenceYes. He doesnt want to see peasants.Bacchus. I knew you was an American.

Have you ever loved any oneNo. with many tastes alike.All thinking men are atheists. I drove back to Gorizia and our villa and. and relaxed. then from all the guns behind us the bombardment started.I walked behind her out into the garden.Come.Ive heard about it. was my age. 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. and a bandage around his head. I identified them by their red and white striped collar mark. I must go. Goodby. for your own good.

 Ive come back to Catherine in the night. The major was unhooking the forceps now. sucked and snapped in the ends. I would have liked to drive over the new road but it was not yet finished. I love you so.I knocked over his candle with the pillow and got into bed in the dark. It would not rip and I bit the edge of the cloth to start it. falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves. Get well soon.I stopped to ask if you were better.You sons of bitches. We do get along. Catherine asked me to tell you she was sorry she couldnt see you this evening. carts and loaded ambulances and all returning traffic up the old narrow road. Mr. then took a bite of cheese.

 We talk too much even for the Tenente.Do you always know what people thinkNot always. Fillipo Vincenza.I would like to go with you and show you things.The major spoke to an orderly who went out of sight in the back and came back with a metal basin of cold cooked macaroni. After I was wounded I never found him. I tried to move sideways so that it did not fall on me. and instead of going on I felt myself slide back. or else using a continuous lift and sucking into the mouth.Wash up and come as you are. Were you on permissionYes. Why dont we stop fighting If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away.There arent enough troops here for a real attack. he straightened up. I looked at the board tables.Dont bring Caruso.

How do you do I said. I had imagined that the condition of the cars. Tell me all about it. I love you. It was all right with me. looking out of the window of the bawdy house. His shoulder was smashed and his head was hurt. hot and dirty.Its very hard. What was the matter with this war Everybody said the French were through. But millions of fools like you dont know it. You will like it. to ride along the road across the plain and deliver the wounded at the two hospitals. Why dont we stop fighting If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away.Its very odd though. loosely packed cigarettes that spilled tobacco and needed to have the ends twisted before you smoked them.

You dont need to say a lot of nonsense. It was one of those things that gave you a false feeling of soldiering. It was all right with me. For two weeks now they havent changed them.Youre not a Catholic. The saint hung down on the Outside of my uniform and I undid the throat of my tunic.Nothing. They are too stupid. wop. brown mountains with a little green on their slopes.Where were the Hartz Mountains anyway They were fighting in the Carpathians. Sometimes I think you and he are a little that way.At the start of the winter came the permanent rain and with the rain came the cholera. Come with me if you want. He stopped the car and looked in through the hole behind his seat. He had to sign the proposition for the citation.

 The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold.Like the Tchecos. she said.Poor Rinaldi. He can handle the English.In the legs. had some coffee in the kitchen and went out to the garage. Passini was dead. Halfway through the wine I did not want any more.Wash up and come as you are. Ill look up their adjutant to do your papers and it will all go much faster. They say if you can prove you did any heroic act you can get the silver. and God be with you. carts and loaded ambulances and all returning traffic up the old narrow road. God.Where have you beenAt the Villa Rossa.

 Bassi said no that was no test because he had already drunk twice as much as I. The orderly brought a chair and he sat down. But those grenadiers; all over six feet. Tenente. Every one laughed. I handed the canteen back to Passini. Lots of them would have liked him to be king.Hes dead I think. Wait till I get cleaned up. I sent a couple of army Zona di Guerra postcards. falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves. It is just bad administration. As I looked out at the garden I heard a motor truck starting on the road. Not Ba?chus.Youd better chew some coffee. Her hand had hit my nose and eyes.

 the broken houses of the little town that was to be taken. We parked the cars beyond a brickyard. Its only the ambulance.I went along the narrow road down toward the river. The tall English driver came around and looked in. I never hurt anybody. I am an atheist. Henry. Oh you should see what I did in the removal of three metres of small intestine and better now than ever. I wished to God it was over though. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees.You are sweet. Maybe he was too goodlooking to be a. hotter and slower than ever: then the stragglers. Another night when you feel stronger. I wiped my hand on my shirt and another floating light came very slowly down and I looked at my leg and was very afraid.

 Perhaps.Its very odd though. Outside the sergeant adjutant knelt down beside me where I lay. Tell me all about it. though. No blood brother and roommate.Bersaglieri. They cant do that to everybody. the injustices he had received and in which I participated as an American.We walked on a way and were stopped under a tree. Wait till I get cleaned up. Ill paint all this and Does that sting Good. the King passing in his motor car. The Englishman broke into voluble and perfect Italian. Henry. crossing out everything except.

 This captain baited him often. Maybe he was too goodlooking to be a.No. It was not a pleasant trip to the dressing room and I did not know until later that beds could be made with men in them. Anybody may crack. I shouted to the driver.Splendid. said Passini. I saluted and went out. baby. Up the river the mountains had not been taken; none of the mountains beyond the river had been taken. and I knew I was dead and that it had all been a mistake to think you just died. TaorminaYou talk like a timetable.All bersaglieriI think so. Some one was coming down the hallway. he said.

 is a short cut. the thumb up and fingers outspread as when you make shadow pictures. We in the auto ambulance cannot even realize at all how bad it is.I have to go.He wiped his hands on his jumper and grinned. Some one probably got it at one of the dressing stations. We caught them and passed them and turned off on a road that climbed up into the hills. I had been up the river to the bridgehead at Plava. Anybody can take their property. I said.If I go back theyll make me get operated on and then theyll put me in the line all the time. that the office opened on. And you will come and see meOf course. He was a big smart tall boy to be in the granatieri. You mustnt take everything so literally. I had treated seeing Catherine very lightly.

 she said.All bersaglieriI think so. Driving in convoy is not unpleasant if you are the first car and I settled back in the seat and watched the country.You better wait until the shelling is over. Priest never with girls.I thought you said he was a Frenchman.Carabinieri.Oh.The room I shared with the lieutenant Rinaldi looked out on the courtyard. I dressed. Goodnight.Passini shook his head. There was nothing to write about. It tells you about those priests. The doctors were working with their sleeves up to their shoulders and were red as butchers.Ill see you in a little while.

 It was hot walking through the town but the sun was starting to go down and it was very pleasant. The shutters were up but it was still going on inside. I remember having a silly idea he might come to the hospital where I was. The captain waved to me. Outside the window it was a lovely spring morning. The two captains took off their coats. Rocca said. Do you think I would do right to marry Miss Barkleyafter the war of courseAbsolutely. I wouldnt be able to get the stretcher out alone. Helen. In the jolt of my head I heard somebody crying.Dont go. He did not see me and I did not know whether to go in and report or go upstairs first and clean up. There were troops on this road and motor trucks and mules with mountain guns and as we went down. I sent a couple of army Zona di Guerra postcards. bronzes looked like something.

 Three others were up in the mountains at dressing stations. I thought it would be worse for him. below in the town. come. I never hurt anybody.Passini shook his head.The whole thing seemed to run better while I was away.Dont bring Caruso. There was that beginning of a feeling of dryness in the nose that meant the day would be hot later on. Uninformed. the orderly looking after us.Say.Have you any cheeseThe major spoke grudgingly to the orderly who ducked back into the hole again and came out with a quarter of a white cheese.Wash up and come as you are.Priest not happy. As soon as I get the papers on these wounded Ill take you along the road and drop you with your medical officers.

 said Passini and spat on the floor.Of course some of the bonds were not accounted for but the priest had all of the three per cent bonds and several local obligations. The pain that the major had spoken about had started and all that was happening was without interest or relation.Probably. She was crying.Rinaldi poured himself another glass of the cognac.He does really.It doesnt finish. the captain said. I knew I would not be killed.Im English. the lieutenant said. They lined them up afterward and took every tenth man. and mark a cross on both legs. the old bridge where the railway crossed to the other side and across.Two carabinieri held the car up.