Tuesday, May 10, 2011

He broke off.

 This captain baited him often
 This captain baited him often. the car looking disgraced and empty with the engine open and parts spread on the work bench.Its a charming place. Those of us that were awake talked across the ward. You will like it. Like bridge you had to pretend you were playing for money or playing for some stakes. I had drunk much wine and afterward coffee and Strega and I explained. The window was open. We will take over the two cars. Two for 132.It was nearly dark when we came down and turned onto the main road that ran beside the river. They were bersaglieri.

I looked back and saw her standing on the steps. baby. I am now in love with Miss Barkley. My Austrian snipers rifle with its blued octagon barrel and the lovely dark walnut. mama Mia I pulled and twisted and got my legs loose finally and turned around and touched him. They arent girls; they are old war comrades. I was always able to forget.We looked at each other in the dark. I told them what I had heard. Your lovely cool goddess.Kiss me.We must shut up.

It is a filthy and vile book. There was another stretcher by the side with a man on it whose nose I could see. But I do with you. Your friend is a doctor.We looked at each other in the dark. They were laughing. That was all left for next year. I would go crazy. Didnt you see itNo. He drank a half tumbler of cognac. and good news.Sure.

 The posts for the cars would have to be as near the river as they could get and keep covered. No one to come in at night from adventures.Do they ever shell that battery Tasked one of the mechanics.Yes.Dont go. Why dont we stop fighting If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away.Thats the only differenceYes. and then I heard close to me some one saying Mama Mia Oh. then choking. Naples. he said. he said.

 Rocca said.No. that there had been three others. Thats the end of it.Rinaldi picked up the candle.Were almost up. Those were all the Austrians mountains and we had nothing like them. Ive seen you about. They arent girls; they are old war comrades. Some one took hold of me under the arms and somebody else lifted my legs.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. I tried to tell about the night and the difference between the night and the day and how the night was better unless the day was very clean and cold and I could not tell it; as I cannot tell it now.

 They lifted me and the blanket flap went across my face as we went out.Thank you for the coffee beans.Couldnt you take me no place elseIf it was closer to the front I could take you to a first medical post.He likes it. We do get along.Thank God I did not become involved with the British. I said.He held a forceps with some gauze in the end.Youd better not go out. Roma. They were a real mask. he said.

 sir. Manera said. But I do with you.No.Yes. One of their drivers came over to me.I wish there was some place we could go. They lifted me and the blanket flap went across my face as we went out. I hope shes not ill. Whats the matter with you Do you want us to come outside and get himThe two stretcher bearers picked up the man under the arms and by the legs and brought him in.Jesus Christ.It is probably to draw attention from where the real attack will be.

 Maybe he was too goodlooking to be a. His legs are very painful. I said. I wish she were here now.I took out my knife. Multiple superficial wounds of the left and right thigh and left and right knee and right foot.I wish there was some place we could go.Oh. Evidently it did not matter whether I was there or not. Rocca said. would you he asked.As the ambulance climbed along the road.

 and the frescoes on the wall and waited for Miss Barkley. 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.Yes. Why dont you go to the hospitalThey wont let me. she said. the captain said. . I do. locked in the trunk. The earth of the dugout was warm and dry and I let my shoulders back against the wall. Not in this war. Ive seen the holes.

 We crossed the brickyard.Are you very tired she asked.I left them working. Really.A whatAn ignorant wop. I had drunk much wine and afterward coffee and Strega and I explained. Tenente. I will get you a copy. Maybe it would finish this summer. I hope shes not ill. Tenente.Goodnight.

 Did you stay all nightYes.Rinaldi was talking with the other nurse. That is very clear. I handed it to Gordini. the others dusty. There had been a little town but it was all rubble.Also they make money out of it.Im not.I wish you were back.I ate the end of my piece of cheese and took a swallow of wine. Ahead there was a rounded turn off in the road to the right and looking down I could see the road dropping through the trees. What made it pretty was that it sounded like Island.

 I tried to breathe but my breath would not come and I felt myself rush bodily out of myself and out and out and out and all the time bodily in the wind. I said.And why didnt you marryI dont know.Oh.We looked at Rinaldi talking with the other nurse. the captain commenced picking on the priest.Were you in the StatesSure.Savoia. Two for 132. TaorminaYou talk like a timetable. There was a little shelter of green branches outside over the entrance and in the dark the night wind rustled the leaves dried by the sun.Whats wrong with your legIts not my leg.

 I did not care what I was getting into.Dont go. They want to get you the medaglia dargento but perhaps they can get only the bronze. Inside the dugout were the three drivers sitting against the wall. she said. I had been up the river to the bridgehead at Plava. I had gotten somewhat drunk and had nearly forgotten to come but when I could not see her there I was feeling lonely and hollow.Because the captain doctor knew I had this rupture.You are crazy. left the car at the dressing station under the hill.I wish there was some place we could go. He broke off.

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