and green leafy branches and vines laid over the tractors.

 she said
 she said.Did they cross the river all rightEnormously.Yes. Goodnight. he touched the little finger. Maybe she would. We are war brothers. I had treated seeing Catherine very lightly. and really you are just like me underneath. Ill send your English girl.But Scotland is England. Im learning it. I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafe and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop.

 tipping their heads back. and a bandage around his head. Where have you beenIve been out on post. It was in France of course.Im going on. D. The snow slanted across the wind. The little major looked at us furious. and instead of going on I felt myself slide back. We go whorehouse before it shuts. father. I will send the liaison officer. They were bersaglieri.

Good evening. I looked in the door of the big room and saw the major sitting at his desk. There was more to it than that. 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. It is a successful coup de main.Carabinieri. I said. Those of us that were awake talked across the ward. I said.Lift it high. With a sabre cut.All right. They were a real mask.

 the priest said.No. Sometimes all niceness gone and glad to get out on the street but always another day starting and then another night.No. how we did not do the things we wanted to do; we never did such things. she said. I was blown up while we were eating cheese.Id rather wait. I did not care what I was getting into. To the north we could look across a valley and see a forest of chestnut trees and behind it another mountain on this side of the river. You dont pronounce it very much alike.SeeI put my Saint Anthony back in the capsule. Miss Barkley was quite tall.

 I wanted to go to Austria without war. He was quieter now.It is probably to draw attention from where the real attack will be.That is not good. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders. And you play it as well as you know how.They were all eating. They carried wounded in and brought them out. Stretcher bearers came in all the time.Ill take the American Tenente.Rinaldi looked at me blankly.As the ambulance climbed along the road. That is very clear.

 I thought I was coming back.Why notNo. drunk. I leaned forward in the dark to kiss her and there was a sharp stinging flash. the water blue like the sky. dropping them in a basin.No. The priest shook his head. It was half of the brigata Basilicata.Couldnt you take me no place elseIf it was closer to the front I could take you to a first medical post. The only son of the American Ambassador. was my age. Somebody was singing.

 instead there is a war. You are better with her without me. Porta feriti I tried to get closer to Passini to try to put a tourniquet on the legs but I could not move.It was dark outside and the long light from the search lights was moving over the mountains. You get along very well without me. Porta feriti I tried to get closer to Passini to try to put a tourniquet on the legs but I could not move. then stood up. You walk up and down.SeeI put my Saint Anthony back in the capsule. If youve got a fracture you dont want inflammation.Its not serious I hope. They had the complete marble quality of all looking alike. that looked chalky white and furrowed.

Please lets not lie when we dont have to. the shellmarked iron of the railway bridge.I wish there was some place we could go. Sculpture had always seemed a dull businessstill. I went back to the drivers. green and dark to the snow line and then white and lovely in the sun. I unwound the puttee and while I was doing it I saw there was no need to try and make a tourniquet because he was dead already. You see Im not mad and Im not gone off. Im Scotch. stirred by the breeze. I had drunk much wine and afterward coffee and Strega and I explained. There was much traffic at night and many mules on the roads with boxes of ammunition on each side of their pack-saddles and gray motor trucks that carried men.Of course they do.

 It isnt me that makes fun of him. Uninformed. They were silent until I went out. It came very fast and the sun went a dull yellow and then everything was gray and the sky was covered and the cloud came on down the mountain and suddenly we were in it and it was snow. Evviva lesercito. That is true.Ill get some.I stopped in front of the Villa Rossa. she said. There were not enough stretchers.All right. I had imagined that the condition of the cars. a noise like a railway engine starting and then an explosion that shook the earth again.

 There were lighted candles on the table.I dont believe a word of this. brought by Gordini who looked very white and sick. And we have gotten away from the war.I see. It was one of those things that gave you a false feeling of soldiering. waxy looking.That night at the mess I sat next to the priest and he was disappointed and suddenly hurt that I had not gone to the Abruzzi.What the hell. Tell me. Rinaldi took the note. he said. You see I didnt care about the other thing and he could have had it all.

Slit the tunic. said the driver in Italian looking at the hernia man. where it was clear cold and dry and the snow was dry and powdery and haretracks in the snow and the peasants took off their hats and called you Lord and there was good hunting. the priest said. and relaxed. I am just more affectionate. It evidently made no difference whether I was there to look after things or not. helping ourselves to wine from the grasscovered gallon flask; it swung in a metal cradle and you pulled the neck of the flask down with the forefinger and the wine. The telescope that fitted it was. and a bandage around his head.Ill get some. I know all about it now. When I came back to the front we still lived in that town.

 We caught them and passed them and turned off on a road that climbed up into the hills. Fillipo Vincenza Bassi or Bassi Fillippo Vicenza had never touched a drop all evening and what was his name anyway He said was my name Frederico Enrico or Enrico Federico I said let the best man win. Ill not learn it in two weeks.Bersaglieri have run too. as they fall from an icicle after the sun has gone. When there is really work they trust us. You walk up and down. You could stay with my family. she said. The doctors were working with their sleeves up to their shoulders and were red as butchers. said Passini.Lift it high.That priest.

 Oh oh oh oh. The King was good but dull. I lied. then it pattered into a stream. The road went up the valley a long way and then we turned off and commenced to climb into the hills again. Miss Ferguson walked away in the dark.Rinaldi was talking with the other nurse. She was not in the garden and I went to the side door of the villa where the ambulances drove up. Now he was bandaging.Yes. Tenente. They were top-heavy. You mustnt take everything so literally.

 You will please come and make me a good impression on her.A showI dont think its anything. There were many more guns in the country around and the spring had come. It would be the same when the offensive started. Its in the bulletin.Captain doctor (interested in something he was finding). I helped him down. you cant kiss me here. It was a nuisance to have them there but it was a comfort that they were no bigger. Now the fighting was in the next mountains beyond and was not a mile away. I do sometimes. you have come back. 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.

 I had wanted to go to Abruzzi.I did not.I stopped to ask if you were better.After a while I walked with her to the door of the villa and she went in and I walked home.You. Thats what keeps you from being court martialled for self inflicted wounds. I looked in the door of the big room and saw the major sitting at his desk. Some one came in and as the door opened I could see the snow falling.Shes Scotch. I could not see the guns but they were evidently firing directly over us. Well. I thought perhaps he couldnt stand it and then of course he was killed and that was the end of it. the long barrels of the guns covered with green branches and green leafy branches and vines laid over the tractors.