You must have done something heroic either before or after.

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 There was nothing to write about.I am happy.They were all eating.Splendid. British ambulance drivers were killed sometimes. 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. and pounded on the window to attract his attention. when you lie here all the time in the hot weather dont you get excitedSometimes. mama Mia. Manera said. I decided to go on upstairs. She waved again and then I was out of the driveway and climbing up into the seat of the ambulance and we started. This took place at B?ziers.Not even for the beautiful languageNo.

 The major said there was an Italian story something like that about the duchess who could not sleep at night. an ambulance was waiting by the side door and inside the door. Goodnight. He stooped to go under the doorway and went out. Were not cloistered. He slapped his gloves on the edge of the bed.Thank you for the coffee beans. In the morning they came to each bed in turn. crossing out everything except. I said that was a foul lie and. I said. She let me take it and I held it and put my arm around under her arm. Otherwise it will be the bronze.Is there anything I can do.

 The little major looked at us furious. Youve had it before. In a moment the blanket in front of the dressing station opened and two stretcherbearers came out followed by the tall Englishman. I would take you and never hurt you.And you call me CatherineCatherine.Saint Anthony asked the driver. I said. I felt him in his metal box against my chest while we drove. You could not tell anything about them. One thing after another. Isnt itWhat is the stick I asked. I hope youll be comfy. I went back to the drivers. The priest shook his head and went on.

 not good by. maggiore (next to the little finger). He did not see me and I did not know whether to go in and report or go upstairs first and clean up.Ill walk down with you. You will like it. The captain was having a great success with finger games. the captain said.Porta feriti I shouted holding my hands cupped. We go whorehouse before it shuts. as when a blast furnace door is swung open. The major asked me to have a drink with him and two other officers.What forBecause you are gravely wounded. We two stopped talking and the captain shouted. It was a nasty place and the Austrians should not have let them hold it.

 baby. I waked the orderly and he poured mineral water on the dressings.Yes.They want to eat. With a girl it is painful. Outside it was nearly dark. I started when he did. bound in leather. the dust rising from the wheels and going off through the trees. Two for 132. I took her hands. Hes a better man than I am. Then there was one that we did not hear coming until the sudden rush.I do not believe it.

 but it was not successful. But I do with you. it was slow in the traffic. Passini said sarcastically. Goodnight. When people realize how bad it is they cannot do anything to stop it because they go crazy. The door was open. It was that which shook my faith.Im afraid it will make it bigger. Sometimes still pleasant and fond and warm and breakfast and lunch. Ive seen your Tenente. I wish she were here now.You are sweet. I went back to the drivers.

 I am well.A whatAn ignorant wop. You better not go up there drunk. Ill take it very easily. So I went to the jail. Ill not learn it in two weeks. They picked me up and took me into the dressing room. But millions of fools like you dont know it. My friend saw the priest from our mess going by in the street. But I found a place where the cars would be sheltered after they passed that last badlooking bit and could wait for the wounded to be brought across the pontoon bridge. It was in France of course.Also they make money out of it. 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.At dinner I ate very quickly and left for the villa where the British had their hospital.

 Ill take it very easily.There arent enough troops here for a real attack.I did not say anything. Sometimes all niceness gone and glad to get out on the street but always another day starting and then another night.I will go and see. Driving in convoy is not unpleasant if you are the first car and I settled back in the seat and watched the country. The British had come with three ambulances and they had two men on each ambulance.That doesnt matter. Passini was quiet now. I sent a couple of army Zona di Guerra postcards. Her hand had hit my nose and eyes. It was all as I had left it except that now it was spring. The British had come with three ambulances and they had two men on each ambulance. Tell me really what was the best.

Im not angry. I had on wool stockings but Passini wore puttees. What kind of time did you haveMagnificent.Come. He talks French. There was one fine cemetery thoughthe one at Pisa. I lay still and let the pain ride. But Im back now.What is there to eatWe have a little pasta asciutta. so she loves Scotland better than England.Goodnight. How is GordiniHes all right. They were very nice and we had a big evening. No one to come in at night from adventures.

 You rarely find any one any good this close to the front. Well. He went back inside. Bassi said no that was no test because he had already drunk twice as much as I. Ireland of Wisconsin. darling. Again the candlelight made its shadows on the wall. Everybody was in the dugouts. God.All right. How is your headGood Christ I said. Passini said still respectfully. We were supposed to wear steel helmets even in Gorizia but they were uncomfortable and too bloody theatrical in a town where the civilian inhabitants had not been evacuated. he said when he saw me.

It sounds very funny nowCatherine. The shock dulls the pain; but this is all right. Then I floated. I thought somebody was screaming. I said.The priest smiled. The shutters were up but it was still going on inside. the old bridge where the railway crossed to the other side and across. He was going to marry me and he was killed in the Somme. He patted Gordini on the shoulder. The outlines of the cypresses that lined it were sharp and clear. I thought somebody was screaming.Because the captain doctor knew I had this rupture. I took her hands.

 But millions of fools like you dont know it.He ought to go to Capri. Ill wrap you up and dont bounce your head around. Why dont we stop fighting If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away. Dont be a bloody hero. or else using a continuous lift and sucking into the mouth.You are so modest. They say so.Four hundred twenty or minnenwerfer. They had the complete marble quality of all looking alike. she said. Hes all right. It would not finish it if one side stopped fighting. It was an Astra 7.

 and things went very badly. The wine was bad but not dull. I lowered it into the mouth. You will come with me to see Miss Barkley. There were many marble busts on painted wooden pillars along the walls of the room they used for an office. he said. I wished we had a Napoleon. He stopped and sat down beside the road. Would you like us to take the carsThats what I wanted to ask you.Yes. be selected by the infantry but we were supposed to work it out. Then.That is not good. That major at the first post was a hogbutcher.

 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. Stop it. Carabinieri shot them. I do.Dont go. darling. It was a long time since I had written to the States and I knew I should write but I had let it go so long that it was almost impossible to write now.It was nearly dark when we came down and turned onto the main road that ran beside the river. The priest looked up. It was an Astra 7.Poor Rinaldi. And I never even talk English. baby. the major said over his shoulder.

 said the lieutenant. Goodnight. It is just bad administration. Im not. walking under the trees. I watched her face. you have come back.This is the picturesque front. sototenente (the thumb). as they fall from an icicle after the sun has gone.We sat down on a bench and I looked at her. I had gone to no place where the roads were frozen and hard as iron. I denied this.You sons of bitches.

 I hurried up the driveway and inside the reception hall I asked for Miss Barkley.I dont think it will hurt you. Passini said. He had not had it but he understood that I had really wanted to go to the Abruzzi but had not gone and we were still friends. The town was very nice and our house was very fine. Your lovely cool goddess. cartridges. You are really an Italian.Goodnight. He could have had anything he wanted if I would have known. It was hard and slippery. There was fighting for that mountain too.Ive heard about it. You must have done something heroic either before or after.