come with three ambulances and they had two men on each ambulance.

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You will. Theres no place to drop it. They cant do that to everybody. Tenente. Helen Ferguson. major. 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. Signor Tenente. The posts for the cars would have to be as near the river as they could get and keep covered. After some more wine I told the story of the jockey who found the penny. You could not tell anything about them. gentlemen. The ground was torn up and in front of my head there was a splintered beam of wood.

It was a ghastly show. I said. But they are still fools.Where is the gasoline park nowAt the same place. Bacchus.He took off his gloves. I was riding in the first car and as we passed the entry to the British hospital I told the driver to stop. Didnt you refuse to be medically aided before the othersNot very firmly.Rinaldi poured himself another glass of the cognac. baby. E.I guess youve got a fracture all right.Its not been away.

As you wish. The lighter was shaped like a Fiat radiator. stupid from inexperience.Splendid. cheekfitted. The pain hasnt started yet. schutzen stock. She went on down the hall. My Austrian snipers rifle with its blued octagon barrel and the lovely dark walnut. It seemed no more dangerous to me myself than war in the movies. He bellows. however. The stream kept on.

Rinaldi was talking with the other nurse. Priest not happy. Those postcards would be very fine in America; strange and mysterious. Rome. as when a blast furnace door is swung open. he said.Like the Tchecos. cartridges. I was still angry and as I held her suddenly she shivered. I went out swiftly.Do you suppose it will always go onNo. TenenteYoure damned right. the pillars with the marble busts.

Not true asked the captain. They were sweaty. But youre very nice. Signor Tenente.I say its rotten. Your lovely cool goddess. He was a big smart tall boy to be in the granatieri. Some one took hold of me under the arms and somebody else lifted my legs.No. Im learning it. I tried to move but I could not move. He saw us and smiled. I breathed and I was back.

This is a rotten game we play. gray leather boxes heavy with the packs of clips of thin. pneumonia and hard and soft chancres. I had a drink with a captain that I knew in one of the dugouts and went back across the bridge. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. he said when he saw me. You better not go up there drunk. They were moderately clean. A V. Passini said sarcastically. When I came back to the front we still lived in that town.Im English. The major was unhooking the forceps now.

 He talks French. Rinaldi said that the French had mutinied and troops marched on Paris. The hall too. SicilyHe should visit Amalfi. It seemed no more dangerous to me myself than war in the movies. It was a one road show. They were very nice and we had a big evening. Every week some one gets wounded by rock fragments. They were big and shy and embarrassed and very appreciative together of anything that happened. lieutenant! he shouted. FrancoI am all right. I saluted too but more moderately. she said.

 or else using a continuous lift and sucking into the mouth. Well stop by the road here. The cars would be all right with their good metaltometal brakes and anyway. I said. He shook his head at me. All right.At the start of the winter came the permanent rain and with the rain came the cholera. After a while the stream from the stretcher above lessened and started to drip again and I heard and felt the canvas above move as the man on the stretcher settled more comfortably.Yes. I like the simpler pleasures. I am positive you will get the silver. But then he wanted to go to war and I didnt know. and tenentecolonello (the little finger).

 They were moderately clean. They had come back for him. drink that. Where did you go and what did you do Tell me everything at once. I said. and good news.It is true. he said. I turned her so I could see her face when I kissed her and I saw that her eyes were shut. Didnt you see itNo. Firenze.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. The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold.

 when you knew that that was all there was.Saint Anthony asked the driver.Well be most careful of them. Rinaldi came in while I was undressing. Really. In the meantime we were all at the mess. Why did you join up with the ItaliansI was in Italy. Did you stay all nightYes.All thinking men are atheists.No. Goodnight.Thank you very much. Ill take it very easily.

Then well have to work. warmed from the sun on the wall. TenenteWhere is Gordini and GavuzziGordinis at the post getting bandaged. tenente (first finger). a few freshly washed.Start in to eat. Tell me all about it.It doesnt finish. Im Scotch.Have you ever loved any oneNo. As soon as I get the papers on these wounded Ill take you along the road and drop you with your medical officers. bronzes looked like something.He was a very nice boy.

 and went in under the shed and looked at each of the cars. bound in leather. They were a real mask. I saw the blanket open.Goodnight.Which side is it onHere. When he stopped swishing and fell asleep they came down and I blew them away and finally covered my face with my hands and slept too.He should have fine girls. I said.About the soup. 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. Five stars. I had treated seeing Catherine very lightly.

 D.And youll be backTo morrow. I knew you was an American. and stopped at the main dressing station. It was hot walking through the town but the sun was starting to go down and it was very pleasant.You will.No. One of the two men who had carried it looked in. the captain commenced picking on the priest. They were top-heavy. the captain commenced picking on the priest. although I learned it later.I felt his breath come toward me.

 We all got up and left the table. you know. The officers all came from such good families. the window open and the sunlight coming into the room. Bacchus barred. The priest looked up. They will love you like a son. 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. I took another mouthful and some cheese and a rinse of wine. Rinaldi said. Its in the bulletin. The orderly brought a chair and he sat down.We went over toward Rinaldi and Miss Ferguson.

 brushed my hair and we started. Thats over for the evening. Now they try to forget it. I put thumb and fingers into the macaroni and lifted. the stump of his leg twitching.I will send her.The next year there were many victories.Yes. I tried to make out whether they were members of the family or what; but they were all uniformly classical. I felt the engine start. I remembered. We all got up and left the table. The British had come with three ambulances and they had two men on each ambulance.