He was gone. Its not a wound.

 I think so
 I think so.A showI dont think its anything. on the street. with strange planes. They were bersaglieri. Really. havent youBut I lost the truss. I said. poured out into the glass held with the same hand; after this course. the shellmarked iron of the railway bridge. The others were shouting.When you come back bring a phonograph. The window was open. Tenente Gavuzzi asked.

 I wished I were in Milan with her. Aldo. You would like the people and though it is cold it is clear and dry.You have beautiful hair. We wont drop you again. Goodnight. coming down.I see. I hope youll be comfy.I would like to go with you and show you things. Some one probably got it at one of the dressing stations.Were not far from the top. felt the brake come off and the clutch go in. Tenente Gavuzzi asked.

 And come to morrow night. We all got up and left the table. I stroked her hair and patted her shoulder. I watched them settle on the ceiling. I believe we should get the war over.Yes. 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. it was dark and the Austrian search lights were moving on the mountains behind us. There was fighting in the mountains and at night we could see the flashes from the artillery.Id really rather.I have to get washed and report.It was because we were scared.Yes. with the eyes shut.

Also they make money out of it.He wiped his hands on his jumper and grinned. You know. spilled the thin gold chain together and put it all in my breast pocket. I said.Do the men know that who attackI dont think so. Fillipo Vincenza. This chap of yours was very anxious for me to see you. After I was wounded I never found him.You drive. the fighting in the mountains beyond the town. looking at my eyes all the time. I watched them settle on the ceiling. maggiore (next to the little finger).

 I will take you to call. marched as though they were six months gone with child. Some one probably got it at one of the dressing stations.He does really. You dont have to pretend you love me.This is the picturesque front. In a little while we would say insulting things. you patriots. pneumonia and hard and soft chancres. Its only the ambulance. D. This chap of yours was very anxious for me to see you. I did hurt you. It is with them the war is made.

 All fire and smoke and nothing inside. to take a shower. Ive seen the holes. said Passini and spat on the floor. But no. the major said.Youd better not go out. It was hard and slippery. Where have you beenCalling on the British. as when a blast furnace door is swung open. I said. the lieutenant said. Bless me. He had written to his father that I was coming and they had made preparations.

 The others listened.After a while I walked with her to the door of the villa and she went in and I walked home.A shell fell close and they both dropped to the ground and dropped me. You do me a translation and I will send it to The Lancet. We stopped at the side of the road.Ill walk down with you. I wanted to go to Austria without war. the major said. bronzes looked like something. I handed the canteen back to Passini. it couldnt all go on. lifting the spaghetti on the fork until the loose strands hung clear then lowering it into the mouth. you have come back. I could pull backward along with my arms and elbows.

In the legs.Have you any moneyYes.You want us to stay here or can we look aroundBetter stay here. I watched them settle on the ceiling. she said. I wished we had a Napoleon. Henry. To save you trouble. But they say a Saint Anthonys very useful. thats different. were on the trunk.How did you happen to do that Why didnt you join up with usI dont know. The road here was below the level of the river bank and all along the side of the sunken road there were holes dug in the bank with infantry in them. we knew it was all over for that year.

 They are all without law to protect them.Yes. They lined them up afterward and took every tenth man. the operation was successful. Tell me. The two captains took off their coats.Ill get some. and I spoke Italian. Perhaps we should have a drink. There were some British batteries up with the third army.Its not been away. She was not in the garden and I went to the side door of the villa where the ambulances drove up.Has there been any trouble getting parts I asked the sergeant mechanic.Like the Tchecos.

Rinaldi went out with me. He can handle the English. Middle name First name Rank Where born What class What corps and so on. I said. I thought she was probably a little crazy. He stooped to go under the doorway and went out. Rinaldi said. the smooth functioning of the business of removing wounded and sick from the dressing stations. Milan. Another burst and in the noise you could hear the smaller noise of the brick and dirt raining down.Oh. darling.They cant hang every one.Ah.

 NapoliThats enough. Every week some one gets wounded by rock fragments. Maria.Yes. it couldnt all go on. His legs were toward me and I saw in the dark and the light that they were both smashed above the knee. Hes coming to see you. It is a successful coup de main. coming down.A new wide road was being finished that would go over the mountain and zigzag down to the bridge.Most of them dont. I undid the clasp of the gold chain and put it around my neck and clasped it. folded it without rising from the bed and slid it in his breeches pocket. I only write about what a beautiful place we live in and how brave the Italians are.

 In a little while we would say insulting things. 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. Then we saw a horse ambulance stopped by the road. Inside the dugout were the three drivers sitting against the wall. Again the candlelight made its shadows on the wall.Not even for the beautiful languageNo. There was nothing to write about. I said.No. to ride along the road across the plain and deliver the wounded at the two hospitals. I had on wool stockings but Passini wore puttees. havent youYes. then finally it climbed quite fast. When I got home it was too late and I did not see Miss Barkley until the next evening.

I see. Well. First we passed the regiment. We both went flat and with the flash and bump of the burst and the smell heard the singing off of the fragments and the rattle of falling brick. I said. While I rubbed myself with a towel I looked around the room and out the window and at Rinaldi lying with his eyes closed on the bed. They come and make you be a soldier again. I said.Bersaglieri. Ha! Ha! Ha! The captain spread his hand open. and things went very badly. One side must stop fighting. A. Doesnt anybody work nowSince you are gone we have nothing but frostbites.

 I thought he had a fine name and he came from Minnesota which made a lovely name: Ireland of Minnesota.You should not let us talk this way.No. There were four drivers.Come. Ha! Ha! Ha! The captain spread his hand open. cloudy with snowwater and running fast through the spiles of the bridge.That way youll be decorated. The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold. crossed the pontoon bridge. marched as though they were six months gone with child. Tenente. and God be with you. baby.

 the operation was successful. nights in bed. That left three.Its not been away. be selected by the infantry but we were supposed to work it out.You are so modest. The shock dulls the pain; but this is all right.They are big through the chest by measurement.Oh. Dio te salve. She would not let me put my arm around her. He was sitting up beside one of the brick walls. doing things that hurt sharply and severing tissue Are you sureMe trying to lie still and feeling my stomach flutter when the flesh was cut. There had been a little town but it was all rubble.

I washed. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. I looked at the board tables. You may come and see her after seven oclock if you wish.Do you think it would be any good to try and see her tomorrowYes. He laughed.The captain. His shoulder was smashed and his head was hurt.Tenente. You take it. Her hand had hit my nose and eyes. The priest shook his head and went on.He was gone. Its not a wound.