hills with the mountains beyond.

 I put thumb and fingers into the macaroni and lifted
 I put thumb and fingers into the macaroni and lifted.Bring good opera disks. a hard bright burst and flash and then gray smoke that blew across the road.Pas encore.Nonsense. He looked at the priest and shouted. said the lieutenant. There were not enough stretchers. They wouldnt attack.And the priest was locked up. But I do with you. I said. Maybe it would finish this summer.

 The orderly brought a chair and he sat down.I do not believe it. the dust rising from the wheels and going off through the trees. she said. Milan.Are you unwoundedWe are both wounded a little. I was after him. You see I didnt care about the other thing and he could have had it all. its smooth surface covered with brick dust.I dried my hands and took out my pocketbook from the inside of my tunic hanging on the wall. I am listening.Oh.You dont need to say a lot of nonsense.

 Maybe you will get an English medal too. Ill be wise like you. I kissed both her shut eyes. baby. Tenente Gavuzzi asked. Priest never with girls. lifting the spaghetti on the fork until the loose strands hung clear then lowering it into the mouth. I said. Didnt you refuse to be medically aided before the othersNot very firmly. the captain said. I was a fool not to. you cant kiss me here.All right.

 Your friend is a doctor. said the major. As soon as I get the papers on these wounded Ill take you along the road and drop you with your medical officers. said Passini. Its only the ambulance. I said. The sun was going down and the day was cooling off. Passini said.She looked down at the grass. hot and dirty.They cant hang every one. Henry. The major said he had heard a report that I could drink.

 for your own good. I believe we should get the war over. This chap of yours was very anxious for me to see you. There are much worse wounded than me.AnotherAll right. keeping to the side. They all laughed. Put it on the floor. Thank you very much.Where is the gasoline park nowAt the same place. Ill look up their adjutant to do your papers and it will all go much faster.I was going to cut it all off when he died. ha! he said.

 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. Are you coming to nightNo. It was impossible to salute foreigners as an Italian. The orderly was listening behind the desk. when I learned it. There were three doctors that I knew. I thought I was coming back. I asked him if there was a big dugout where the drivers could stay and he sent a soldier to show me. It does not go so well. I like the simpler pleasures. And you will come and see meOf course. What hit youMe. We parked the cars beyond a brickyard.

 He can be here until you are ready to take him. The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold.Where were the Hartz Mountains anyway They were fighting in the Carpathians. selfinflicted wounds.Ill see you in a little while. I was blown up while we were eating cheese.They talked too much at the mess and I drank wine because tonight we were not all brothers unless I drank a little and talked with the priest about Archbishop Ireland who was. passing on the road.Dont you wish you could bellow like himHe bellows. You may come and see her after seven oclock if you wish.Are you unwoundedWe are both wounded a little. I saw the town with the hill and the old castle above it in a cup in the hills with the mountains beyond. Five stars.

 you know. I said. They lifted me onto the table. maybe yes. and. And come to morrow night. I had drunk much wine and afterward coffee and Strega and I explained. walking carefully in the slush.The road was crowded and there were screens of corn stalk and straw matting on both sides and matting over the top so that it was like the entrance at a circus or a native village.Yes. The frescoes were not bad. Like bridge you had to pretend you were playing for money or playing for some stakes. That was how it ought to be.

 I knew I would not be killed. Rinaldi was lying on his bed. We in the auto ambulance cannot even realize at all how bad it is. he said. I always thought he was French. Bless me. Well all eat. I got a rupture. he said.You see Ive been leading a sort of a funny life. The mountain that was beyond the valley and the hillside where the chestnut forest grew was captured and there were victories beyond the plain on the plateau to the south and we crossed the river in August and lived in a house in Gorizia that had a fountain and many thick shady trees in a walled garden and a wistaria vine purple on the side of the house. I always thought he was French. They take your sisters.

And you dont have to say you love me. as I said. There had been a little town but it was all rubble. I saw that word pricked him and kept on. he said. But its very beautiful. I said. the steel helmet on the same peg. We drove slowly in this matting covered tunnel and came out onto a bare cleared space where the railway station had been.Maybe girls dont want to go to the front any more. she said. Besides. I believe we should get the war over.

 loosely packed cigarettes that spilled tobacco and needed to have the ends twisted before you smoked them. Oh. sitting in my trousers and an undershirt in front of the open window. Rome. then finally it climbed quite fast.I was going to cut it all off when he died. This chap of yours was very anxious for me to see you. My friend saw the priest from our mess going by in the street.It belonged to a boy who was killed last year. But back here youve got to have papers.There will be no more offensive now that the snow has come. Otherwise it will be the bronze.Yes.

 the gas mask in an oblong tin can. The mechanics were working on one out in the yard. It was quiet. Then I will take him with my first load.Bacchus. said Bassi. There isnt always an explanation for everything. The Austrian trenches were above on the hillside only a few yards from the Italian lines. Some one probably got it at one of the dressing stations.Did you ever read the Black Pig asked the lieutenant. Priest wants Austrians to win the war.No. doing things that hurt sharply and severing tissue Are you sureMe trying to lie still and feeling my stomach flutter when the flesh was cut.

 No blood brother and roommate. left the car at the dressing station under the hill. He was the Kings uncle and commanded the third army. His breath went away.But now we will shut up. gentlemen. Yes. the trees along the road had small leaves and a breeze came from the sea.Ciaou! he said. Gordini got up and ran for the dugout.J started down the driveway. Miss Barkley was in the garden.Oh.

Were almost up. I said. then finally it climbed quite fast. Perhaps it start again. There are much worse wounded than me. His legs are very painful.Oh. She was not in the garden and I went to the side door of the villa where the ambulances drove up. waiting for Catherine Barkley to come down.J started down the driveway. This captain baited him often.AnotherAll right. He was going to marry me and he was killed in the Somme.

 Dont be a bloody hero. One killed and the fellow that brought you.Ciaou! he said. Now he was bandaging. Passini said sarcastically. he straightened up.Quite well.As you wish. In Pittsburgh. I said.Rinaldi poured himself another glass of the cognac.Yes. I saw the town with the hill and the old castle above it in a cup in the hills with the mountains beyond.