but they were evidently firing directly over us.Another night. Mr.

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 No.There were small gray motor cars that passed going very fast usually there was an officer on the seat with the driver and more officers in the back seat.I went out the door and suddenly I felt lonely and empty. and the argument went on. an ambulance was waiting by the side door and inside the door. looking at my eyes all the time. I was experiencing the masculine difficulty of making love very long standing up.There is a class that controls a country that is stupid and does not realize anything and never can. I drove coming back and went fast with the empty car to find the man from Pittsburgh.Oh. I am listening. I knew it.The major spoke to an orderly who went out of sight in the back and came back with a metal basin of cold cooked macaroni.

 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. Grappa. Tenente.I do not believe it. Inside the dugout were the three drivers sitting against the wall. I said.All right. said the major. the major said. and stood up.All right.Fine. Milan.

Thats a relief. The only son of the American Ambassador. I was riding in the first car and as we passed the entry to the British hospital I told the driver to stop.He cant do anything about it anyway.They cant hang every one. They had always cracked in other wars. he said in Italian. We are not peasants. But as long as you drive the cars and behave  and dont talk so other officers can hear. It does not go so well.Youre the American in the Italian army she asked.Rinaldi poured himself another glass of the cognac. They lined them up afterward and took every tenth man.

 Its in the bulletin. He brought them over to me.Bersaglieri.We must shut up. It ought to be good. didnt IShe was looking at me in the dark. and good news. and instead of going on I felt myself slide back.Like the Tchecos.It would be fine if you would take the cars. darling.You speak English he asked. You only pretend to be American.

Youre not a Catholic. Her hand had hit my nose and eyes. All fire and smoke and nothing inside. the smashed tunnel by the river where the fighting had been. Stop it. I could not see the guns but they were evidently firing directly over us. He didnt have a sabre cut. and his hair shone. I think the heat knocked me over yesterday. There were many strong smells.What rotten luck. I wore a real one and felt like a gunman until I practised firing it.Oh I love to tease you.

 Ill send your English girl. It would have been much simpler. Theres more snow there than here. gray leather boxes heavy with the packs of clips of thin. Theres no work now. And you do love meYes. I did not want to go there anyway. and went through the trenches in the smasheddown town and along the edge of the slope. Oh Jesus shoot me Christ shoot me mama mia mama Mia oh purest lovely Mary shoot me. I said.You speak English he asked.Sometimes in the dark we heard the troops marching under the window and guns going past pulled by motor-tractors. I denied this.

Goodnight. which was very good. Tell me all about it. The King was good but dull. you have nothing to worry about if it doesnt infect and it rarely does now. It was not wide enough either to carry all the transport for an offensive and the Austrians could make a shambles out of it. I knew. It had been impossible to advance on the far side the year before because there was only one road leading down from the pass to the pontoon bridge and it was under machinegun and shell fire for nearly a mile. it was slow in the traffic. Inexperienced.Poor man. the camion stopped a little off the road.It is a filthy and vile book.

 Will you have a cigaretteThanks. I remember having a silly idea he might come to the hospital where I was. tannic and lovely.Thank you very much. I said. It was what I had wanted to do and I tried to explain how one thing had led to another and finally he saw it and understood that I had really wanted to go and it was almost all right. as the road mounted along the ridge. Stop it.Bassi wins. stupid from inexperience.I will send her. long 6. The others listened.

 How is your poor head I looked at your papers. said the lieutenant. Passini said. The major said there was an Italian story something like that about the duchess who could not sleep at night. You get out and fall down by the road and get a bump on your head and Ill pick you up on our way back and take you to a hospital. however. We grew up together.Theyll shell the   out of us. all of myself. she said.How you like this goddam warRotten. My knee wasnt there.Bring good opera disks.

 Tell me exactly what happened. We drank rum and it was very friendly.WhereMilano. They will love you like a son. He had written to his father that I was coming and they had made preparations. They splashed more mud than the camions even and if one of the officers in the back was very small and sitting between two generals. as they fall from an icicle after the sun has gone.Shes nice. and in the fall when the rains came the leaves all fell from the chestnut trees and the branches were bare and the trunks black with rain. Otherwise it will be the bronze. I took her hands. I thought she was very beautiful and I took her hand.We two were talking while the others argued.

Did they scare you. The others listened. Because were going to have a strange life. We drank the second grappa.You did say you loved me. Some one took hold of me under the arms and somebody else lifted my legs. I was after him. Ill look up their adjutant to do your papers and it will all go much faster. But I do with you.Why notThey dont trust us when theres nothing going on. Why dont we stop fighting If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away. nights in bed. I sat beside him.

Not like the English Not like Miss BarkleyOh. They had the complete marble quality of all looking alike. His helmet was off and his forehead was bleeding below the hair line. He bit his arm and moaned. I havent any papers for you. she said.Whats wrong with your legIts not my leg. I must do something about getting you out of here. Rinaldi shook his head. went on the captain. Priest never with girls.Go to hell.We wont quarrel.

 You could not tell anything about them. she said.Oh. felt him climb up into the front seat. capitano (next finger). I said. Gordini got up and ran for the dugout.You want us to stay here or can we look aroundBetter stay here. The little major looked at us furious. He hoped the road would not jam. I did hurt you. I was experiencing the masculine difficulty of making love very long standing up. I had met two gunners from that lot.

 He held up the glass. Oh Jesus lovely Mary stop it.Come. English.You ought to have let me know. It was hard and slippery. 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. At this point the priest left and I told the story about the travelling salesman who arrived at five oclock in the morning at Marseilles when the mistral was blowing. But the little Scotch one is very nice. when you lie here all the time in the hot weather dont you get excitedSometimes.Have you any cheeseThe major spoke grudgingly to the orderly who ducked back into the hole again and came out with a quarter of a white cheese.I didnt know about anything then. Manera lit his lighter and passed it around.

 Beautiful young girlsaccompanied by their mothers. that there had been three others. havent youBut I lost the truss. I wish that I was with the British. I went on home. But if you have had it you know. sototenente (the thumb).Beyond the mule train the road was empty and we climbed through the hills and then went down over the shoulder of a long hill into a river valley. he said. Remember carefully. I could not see the guns but they were evidently firing directly over us.Another night. Mr.