The gravel paths were moist and the grass was wet with dew.

 the priest said
 the priest said. it was slow in the traffic. It was a nasty place and the Austrians should not have let them hold it.That was a big trench mortar. I said.That priest.You drive. I drove back up the narrow road. His legs are very painful.You were sweet to tell me. I looked back and saw the three cars all climbing. It does not go so well. Remember carefully. I said. and then a drink of the wine.

 He smiled.Ill go and see now. then took a bite of cheese. And you do love meYes.A rivederci. maybe yes. Rinaldi said that the French had mutinied and troops marched on Paris. I looked at her. Shes a nurse. Gordini stood behind me. dont you It seemed it was a very funny joke if you understood it properly. the major said. Rinaldi carried a holster stuffed with toilet paper. there was snow on the guns and there were paths in the snow going back to the latrines behind trenches.You were quite right.

Yes. I held her close against me and could feel her heart beating and her lips opened and her head went back against my hand and then she was crying on my shoulder. the lieutenant said. it seemed. 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.It is very valuable. Hes very good. He sat down beside me. It seemed no more dangerous to me myself than war in the movies. Take a drink. you have come back. I talked with the major and learned that when it should start and our cars should be loaded we would drive them back along the screened road and up to the main road along the ridge where there would be a post and other cars to clear them. It is a disgrace that they should stay so long that they become friends. Ireland of Wisconsin.He shook his head.

 yes.Had you been engaged longEight years. That is why we have this war.I am sorry. One thing after another.Do you think it would be any good to try and see her tomorrowYes.Dont you wish you could bellow like himHe bellows.The battery in the next garden woke me in the morning and I saw the sun coming through the window and got out of the bed. I said I hoped it would go well but that he was too kind. I breathed and I was back. They take your sisters. with plaster and rubble in their gardens and sometimes in the street. and with the end of the summer. said Manera. We do not like the English.

 There was a great splashing and I saw the star shells go up and burst and float whitely and rockets going up and heard the bombs. we are. the stump of his leg twitching. I have to go. It looked wide and well made with a good grade and the turns looked very impressive where you could see them through openings in the forest on the mountain side. We dont go out. I feigned acquaintance. It was a nuisance to have them there but it was a comfort that they were no bigger. Are you coming to nightNo. the tiny man with the long thin neck and the goat beard. Ireland of Wisconsin. No. I sat now in the chair and an orderly of some sort looked at me disapprovingly from behind a desk while I looked at the marble floor. Tell me. then finally it climbed quite fast.

Outside the post a great many of us lay on the ground in the dark. whether or not things were obtainable. carts and loaded ambulances and all returning traffic up the old narrow road. Mama mama mia.Four hundred twenty or minnenwerfer. father. The men were hot and sweating.I was going to cut it all off when he died. They poured me more wine and I told the story about the English private soldier who was placed under the shower bath. Isnt itWhat is the stick I asked. Now they have a guard outside his house with a bayonet and nobody can come to see his mother and father and sisters and his father loses his civil rights and cannot even vote. The shutters were up but it was still going on inside. I only write about what a beautiful place we live in and how brave the Italians are.Tonight you will tell me everything.Wop.

 I said. They do it for nothing.Dont go. if the war should end. I had on wool stockings but Passini wore puttees. I remembered. I said.Come on.He poured two glasses and we touched them. He opened his trunk and took out a bottle. come.No. They carried wounded in and brought them out. They sent me the little stick. There were big guns too that passed in the day drawn by tractors.

 Please put your hand there again. the captain commenced picking on the priest. The system was to bring everything down the new road and take the empty trucks. I was a fool not to.He held a forceps with some gauze in the end. I was blown up while we were eating cheese. I looked back and saw the three cars all climbing.How are you. Those of us that were awake talked across the ward. he said. depended to a considerable extent on myself. How does that feelSweat ran all over me.

 three men nurses and a doctor and picked you up out of bed and carried you into the dressing room so that the beds could be made while we were having our wounds dressed. In Pittsburgh. Poor dear baby.The Italians didnt want women so near the front.Theyll send you to a hospital. the captain said. I said. was lined with them. They take your sisters.Ill get some. His nose was skinned and there was dust on the bloody patch and dust in his hair. I remembered.

 I said. when I learned it. she said. then. He said it was true and by the corpse of Bacchus we would test whether it was true or not. He was goodlooking. My orderly had cut paper into strips and tied the strips to a stick to make a brush that swished the flies away. He loved being a surgeon and we were great friends.Another American. One of the medical captains said the attack had been put forward an hour. Look at your valorous conduct in asking to go always to the first line. He can handle the English.

He took off his gloves. The river was low and there were stretches of sand and pebbles with a narrow channel of water and sometimes the water spread like a sheen over the pebbly bed.I felt his breath come toward me. felt him climb up into the front seat. I held her close against me and could feel her heart beating and her lips opened and her head went back against my hand and then she was crying on my shoulder. I asked him what happened and he said. she said. Did you do any heroic actNo. baby. Manera said he hoped it would come before the bombardment started. darling. sometimes now seeing his face and little long necked body and gray beard like a goats chin tuft; all these with the sudden interiors of houses that had lost a wall through shelling.

 havent youYes.No. when you lie here all the time in the hot weather dont you get excitedSometimes. I dont mind at all.I think we can get you the silver. the orderly said. We are not peasants. My hand went in and my knee was down on my shin. But they say a Saint Anthonys very useful.Were you thereNo. I said. They lifted me onto the table.

 wont youWhat the hell. I said.Quite well. Multiple superficial wounds of the left and right thigh and left and right knee and right foot. What hit youMe. We understand you let us talk. Ill be wise like you. He doesnt want to see peasants. Its good. and I spoke Italian. baby. I was after him.

 Tenente. sucking in the ends.Poor Rinaldi. For stupidity.Were almost up. I said. He was sitting up beside one of the brick walls. But the Italians had crossed and spread out a little way on the far side to hold about a mile and a half on the Austrian side of the river. I saluted too but more moderately. the broken houses of the little town that was to be taken. how we did not do the things we wanted to do; we never did such things. We drove slowly in this matting covered tunnel and came out onto a bare cleared space where the railway station had been.

 He bit his arm and moaned. and the frescoes on the wall and waited for Miss Barkley. loosely packed cigarettes that spilled tobacco and needed to have the ends twisted before you smoked them. I leaned forward in the dark to kiss her and there was a sharp stinging flash.Shes Scotch. maybe yes. Get some more of that Antitetanus. It looked wide and well made with a good grade and the turns looked very impressive where you could see them through openings in the forest on the mountain side.How are you. He could have had anything he wanted if I would have known.Defeat is worse. looking at my eyes all the time.

 The lieutenant said I slipped the truss on purpose.I say its rotten. There was one smashed bridge across the river. cloudy with snowwater and running fast through the spiles of the bridge.Whats the matterHe looked at me. The gravel paths were moist and the grass was wet with dew. I went on home. His right hand left the wheel and opened a button on his tunic and pulled it out from under his shirt. I stood up. isnt there I was brought up to think there was. He stooped to go under the doorway and went out. as the road mounted along the ridge.

 a noble man and with whose injustice. He saw us and smiled.A rivederci.Youre dirty. cheekfitted. I said. darling.Somebody said you should be able to learn it in two weeks. waxy looking.Its Manera. of course. The gravel paths were moist and the grass was wet with dew.