and flake off.He should go to Palermo. No.Look at the bump.

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Yes. Besides.Oh. I said. the house for officers.Thank you very much. There is nothing as bad as war. I come to see you again soon.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.You should not let us talk this way. though.Whats the trouble the war. I lay still and let the pain ride. Then we saw a horse ambulance stopped by the road.

 Tenente.Ah.I went out the door and suddenly I felt lonely and empty. I never hurt anybody. no.This is the picturesque front.I thought you said he was a Frenchman.I was going to cut it all off when he died.She laughed. I will probably marry Miss Barkley. That is very clear.They may crack.Truly I tell you something about your good women.After a while we said good-night and left.

It was a ghastly show. You are purer and sweeter. I dont mind at all. father. they would not be loaded. and I stood outside his cell and I said as though I were going to confession. The gravel paths were moist and the grass was wet with dew. They seemed glad to see me and in a little while Miss Ferguson excused herself and went away. Not in this war. Do you suffer much Have a drink. crossing out everything except. I must do something about getting you out of here. He was dressed.Dont go.

 capitano (next finger). Rinaldi carried a holster stuffed with toilet paper. He breathed very heavily. the smooth functioning of the business of removing wounded and sick from the dressing stations. It was quiet. I love you too much. One of the medical captains said the attack had been put forward an hour. There were not enough stretchers. said the lieutenant. Stop it. I remembered where I was going. I drove back up the narrow road. There is nothing worse than war. We caught them and passed them and turned off on a road that climbed up into the hills.

 We wont drop you again. If there is a war I suppose we must attack. without embarrassment.Arent you a nurseOh. shes very nice. After I was wounded I never found him. What was the matter with this war Everybody said the French were through. To the silver medal.The priest smiled.I left them working. I saw the town with the hill and the old castle above it in a cup in the hills with the mountains beyond. I went back and told the drivers I would get them as soon as the food came. They were afraid.Thats nothing.

 the orderly looking after us. And I never even talk English. They were top-heavy. The saint hung down on the Outside of my uniform and I undid the throat of my tunic. I could have given him that anyway. Where did you go and what did you do Tell me everything at once. He breathed very heavily.He poured two glasses and we touched them. Thats what keeps you from being court martialled for self inflicted wounds.I have to get washed and report. I said. Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the window open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink the capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. Tenente. I had gotten somewhat drunk and had nearly forgotten to come but when I could not see her there I was feeling lonely and hollow.

 We do get along. I said.No. Something picturesque. that the office opened on.Listen to him talk about the Abruzzi. I dressed. I looked at her. English. the tiny man with the long thin neck and the goat beard. said Miss Ferguson.There are three others. My father is a famous hunter.Do you want to very muchYes.

 They want to get you the medaglia dargento but perhaps they can get only the bronze. I said I thought they had them. He had been in the war in Libya and wore two woundstripes. A little that way like the number of the first regiment of the Brigata Ancona. Mama mama mia.Open the bottle. What was the matter with this war Everybody said the French were through. But they are still fools. I wanted to go to the Hartz Mountains. he said. It did not have anything to do with me.Here is the American Tenente.That road will be a dirty mess. I drove back up the narrow road.

 To save you trouble. then from all the guns behind us the bombardment started.Saint Anthony asked the driver. I wont kiss you if you dont want. TaorminaYou talk like a timetable.Isnt there anywhere we can goNo. He said there was so much dirt blown into the wound that there had not been much hemorrhage.They cant do anything. I saw a third range of mountains. Its much cooler. Something picturesque. He would loan them mess tins if they did not have them.She was unclasping something from her neck.The Germans too.

Goodevening. she said. I said. And I never even talk English. The major said there was an Italian story something like that about the duchess who could not sleep at night. They have their own country. You are my great and good friend and financial protector. I would have liked to drive over the new road but it was not yet finished. There are some people who never realize.Passini shook his head.If it wasnt that that happens to their families nobody would go to the attack. I tried again and my legs moved a little. holding below the target and trying to master the jerk of the ridiculous short barrel until I could hit within a yard of where I aimed at twenty paces and then the ridiculousness of carrying a pistol at all came over me and I soon forgot it and carried it flopping against the small of my back with no feeling at all except a vague sort of shame when I met Englishspeaking people. a hard bright burst and flash and then gray smoke that blew across the road.

 wore his black boots. I said to Gordini. The road climbed steeply going up and back and forth through chestnut woods to level finally along a ridge. English. cloudy with snowwater and running fast through the spiles of the bridge.You did exactly right. she said. Hes dead. I breathed and I was back. She came back from wherever she had been. Two for 132. It does not go so well. Or shot through the shoulder. He stopped the car and looked in through the hole behind his seat.

Yes.Later. It ought to be good. He looked like a king.They dropped me once more before we reached the post. It is the captain. The officers all wore helmets; betterfitting helmets. The mountain that was beyond the valley and the hillside where the chestnut forest grew was captured and there were victories beyond the plain on the plateau to the south and we crossed the river in August and lived in a house in Gorizia that had a fountain and many thick shady trees in a walled garden and a wistaria vine purple on the side of the house. chemical smells and the sweet smell of blood.I felt it. I said. I stood up. I will. One killed and the fellow that brought you.

 Ill see the medical wallahs.Yes. We passed a long column of loaded mules. I wore one when we went up to the posts and carried an English gas mask. He makes big preparations. Goodnight. I said.But now we will shut up. an officer directing the light and the crew scared. wop. Something picturesque.There is a class that controls a country that is stupid and does not realize anything and never can. brushed my hair and we started. We all got up and left the table.

 After I leave here Ill go see that English and hell get you an English medal. To your valorous wounds. Outside it was nearly dark.Quite well. Why dont we stop fighting If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away. How is GordiniHes all right. It was quite evident he had stolen the bonds.Oh. He had written to his father that I was coming and they had made preparations. It was very edifying. You would like the people and though it is cold it is clear and dry. Yes. There was that beginning of a feeling of dryness in the nose that meant the day would be hot later on. I went with him and found the dugout.

We looked at each other in the dark.Of course they do. You know.Youd better not go out. yes ) with possible fracture of the skull.I washed. The captain spoke pidgin Italian for my doubtful benefit. dont you It seemed it was a very funny joke if you understood it properly. Those were all the Austrians mountains and we had nothing like them.Poor man. Any frescoes were good when they started to peel and flake off.He should go to Palermo. No.Look at the bump.