I saw a cloud coming over the mountain.

 What is defeat You go home
 What is defeat You go home.Not like the English Not like Miss BarkleyOh. with plaster and rubble in their gardens and sometimes in the street. said the lieutenant. Ill look up their adjutant to do your papers and it will all go much faster. I got out and told the driver to go on and that if we had not caught up to them at the junction of the road to Cormons to wait there. It ought to be good. he himself so small that you could not see his face but only the top of his cap and his narrow back. It isnt me that makes fun of him. said Bassi.Savoia. to take a shower. Catherine.

 all of myself. he said in Italian. 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.The next afternoon we heard there was to be an attack up the river that night and that we were to take four cars there. Hes all right. I wanted to go to Austria without war. the pillars with the marble busts. It is one for The Lancet.All right. I had treated seeing Catherine very lightly.Yes. I was always able to forget. She was not in the garden and I had to wait in the office of the hospital until she came down.

 aint this a goddam warListen. Rinaldi said. I could go to Spain if there was no war. We stopped at the side of the road. went to the jail and asked to see the priest. Maybe you will get an English medal too. Yes. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves.All right.She was unclasping something from her neck. I looked at the board tables.Sit down to it. his hands moving very fast and the bandage coming taut and sure.

 So were all on very special behavior. As soon as I get the papers on these wounded Ill take you along the road and drop you with your medical officers. hotter and slower than ever: then the stragglers. with plaster and rubble in their gardens and sometimes in the street. Most of the helmets were too big and came down almost over the ears of the men who wore them.He shook his head.No. Not very well.I have one. maam.We went over toward Rinaldi and Miss Ferguson. I said. I said.

 the steel helmet on the same peg. 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.It belonged to a boy who was killed last year. we are.He stood up and put on his gloves.The Pope wants the Austrians to win the war. Carabinieri shot them. she said. I came back the next afternoon from our first mountain post and stopped the car at the smistimento where the wounded and sick were sorted by their papers and the papers marked for the different hospitals. Sometimes all niceness gone and glad to get out on the street but always another day starting and then another night. I knew it. The cognac is under the bed. You know.

 There is nothing as bad as war. Theres more snow there than here. 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. Your goddesses.Im all right. People cant realize what France is like. He broke off. Gordini stood up and went outside with me. I tried to move sideways so that it did not fall on me. You take it. He doesnt want to see peasants. Why dont you come inHe shook his head. He saw us and smiled.

 I said. He said there was so much dirt blown into the wound that there had not been much hemorrhage. You see I didnt care about the other thing and he could have had it all. Priest wants Austrians to win the war.Tenente.Bring Caruso. Shes a nurse. Passini said sarcastically. There was nothing to write about.Come on. My orderly had finished pouring water and the bed felt cool and lovely and I was telling him where to scratch on the soles of my feet against the itching when one of the doctors brought in Rinaldi.She was unclasping something from her neck. Did you do any heroic actNo.

Not reallyNever. First we passed the regiment. baby. We are war brothers. maggiore (next to the little finger).You did exactly right.Fine. We drank rum and it was very friendly. .What the hell. The fields were green and there were small green shoots on the vines.You have beautiful hair. They sat down and waited.

 to ride along the road across the plain and deliver the wounded at the two hospitals. I said. We drank rum and it was very friendly. father. The captain waved to me. They had come back for him. I said. which every one ate very quickly and seriously.SeeI put my Saint Anthony back in the capsule. are youOh. gonorrhea. What was the matter with this war Everybody said the French were through. A shell burst short near the river bank.

 it seemed. she said. She was crying. went downstairs. I turned her so I could see her face when I kissed her and I saw that her eyes were shut. Shell be off then.I see. My friend motioned for him to come in.How you like this goddam warRotten.We kissed and she broke away suddenly. Rocca ignored this and went on to explain the joke to me. I could not see the guns but they were evidently firing directly over us.I sat in the reception hail of the villa.

 I had wanted to go to Abruzzi. Theres not really any war of that sort down here. We stood outside the door on the patch and he said. I wished to God it was over though. Or shot through the shoulder.They were all eating. 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.Where were the Hartz Mountains anyway They were fighting in the Carpathians. I do not believe in the Free Masons however. Not Bacchus. cheekfitted.Outside we ran across the brickyard.I wanted to kiss her.

 Goodnight.All right. Lots of them would have liked him to be king. In the morning they came to each bed in turn.Im not angry. At the first battle you all run. she said. 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. So I went to the jail. hung over the two beds. He bent over me. said Rinaldi. I said to Gordini.

 I watched the flashes on San Gabriele.I washed.No. I say he bellows!I would like you to go to Abruzzi. We will convert him. I said.Im so sorry.I wish you were back. I do not believe in the Free Masons however. the King passing in his motor car. winefully.It is true. Stop it.

 dont you It seemed it was a very funny joke if you understood it properly. I saw arched stone bridges over the river where tracks turned off from the road and we passed stone farmhouses with pear trees candelabraed against their south walls and low stone walls in the fields.AnotherAll right. I watched her face. I wished to God it was over though.Ill take the American Tenente. clear red. And come to morrow night. who said Miss Barkley was on dutytheres a war on. I suppose. the major said over his shoulder. drunk. baby.

 How are you. He stopped and sat down beside the road. No.I was going to cut it all off when he died. Did you have any beautiful adventuresYes. the captain said. Ive seen you about. They take nearly a thousand prisoners. Genoa was the place to see the bad marbles. They sat down and waited.The Germans too. Dont you read it. and one day at the end of the fall when I was out where the oak forest had been I saw a cloud coming over the mountain.