stopped talking and the captain shouted.

 Gordini got up and ran for the dugout
 Gordini got up and ran for the dugout. The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold. I asked him what happened and he said. The two captains took off their coats.Poor man.Then well have to work. I do sometimes. I said. come. I said. you have nothing to worry about if it doesnt infect and it rarely does now. Ive known him before.

 Do you think I would do right to marry Miss Barkleyafter the war of courseAbsolutely. I said. The outlines of the cypresses that lined it were sharp and clear. Goodby.Goodnight. He loved being a surgeon and we were great friends. They wouldnt attack if they did. Everybody is proud of you. If there is a war I suppose we must attack. the stump of his leg twitching. Sometimes still pleasant and fond and warm and breakfast and lunch. Then.

 I like the simpler pleasures. Would you like us to take the carsThats what I wanted to ask you. Sometimes all niceness gone and glad to get out on the street but always another day starting and then another night. sitting on the small of my back. There was nothing to write about.Yes. biting his arm. gray leather boxes heavy with the packs of clips of thin. And we have gotten away from the war.No. I waked the orderly and he poured mineral water on the dressings.Not even for the beautiful languageNo.

 There are a few real wounded. Manera said. Thats what keeps you from being court martialled for self inflicted wounds. dropping them in a basin. misunderstandings. He laughed. Its been in there too long.Im not drunk. The dressing station was on the Austrian side of the river under the edge of the hill and stretcherbearers would bring the wounded back across the pontoon bridge. Were not cloistered. Rocca said. Kiss me goodby.

 She stood up and put out her hand. I would go crazy. Roma. His right hand left the wheel and opened a button on his tunic and pulled it out from under his shirt. said the major.It wasnt that way with the granatieri.You have beautiful hair. I liked to watch her move. folded it without rising from the bed and slid it in his breeches pocket. I thought it would be worse for him. Im Scotch. coming down.

 the major said. Naples. I told them what I had heard. That should handle them. Poor dear baby. There is good hunting. are youNo.They tell me youve lost two drivers. The drivers were pleased with it and I left them there. I could see the light come out from the dressing station when the curtain opened and they brought some one in or out. Then we saw a horse ambulance stopped by the road. Go on.

 Everybody was in the dugouts. Bacchus. I said.Youre a nice boy. 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. went to the jail and asked to see the priest. I drove back to Gorizia and our villa and. We do get along. The shock dulls the pain; but this is all right.He took off his gloves. I drove back to Gorizia and our villa and. That day I visited the posts in the mountains and was back in town late in the afternoon.

He should have fine girls. The orderly brought a chair and he sat down. Then we saw a horse ambulance stopped by the road.No. Rinaldi shook his head. The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold. We were just beginning to get some of them. She was crying. it seemed.Youre dirty. poured out into the glass held with the same hand; after this course.That night at the mess I sat next to the priest and he was disappointed and suddenly hurt that I had not gone to the Abruzzi.

 The Saint Anthony was in a little white metal capsule. I would have liked to drive over the new road but it was not yet finished. You go away like this.Bring Caruso. darling. baby. I was cold and my leg hurt so that it made me sick.Im perfectly all right. Im something called a V. In the jolt of my head I heard somebody crying. Well crack in France. A mass loosened.

He likes it. A V.Whats the matter nowNew rings. There was one fine cemetery thoughthe one at Pisa. no. It was a big trench mortar shell. It is with them the war is made.He poured two glasses and we touched them. Inexperienced. Two men were lifting the hernia man to put him in.I was very dusty and dirty and went up to my room to wash.Rinaldi poured himself another glass of the cognac.

Hell say I did it on purpose.Why notThey dont trust us when theres nothing going on. I watched the flashes on San Gabriele. And in the town we have beautiful English girls. who was on duty. How is your headGood Christ I said. said Rinaldi.After a while I walked with her to the door of the villa and she went in and I walked home. He stopped and sat down beside the road. Bring on something serious. I handed it to Gordini.No.

A whatAn ignorant wop. NapoliThats enough. They wouldnt attack if they did. she said. the operation was successful. First we passed the regiment. I just couldnt stand the nurseseveningoff aspect of it.At the start of the winter came the permanent rain and with the rain came the cholera. My friend motioned for him to come in.How are you. Over on the right they had the Duke of Aosta. you dont.

 his hands moving very fast and the bandage coming taut and sure. You love EnglandNot too well.He was gone. He was quieter now. passing on the road. 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. Then we saw a horse ambulance stopped by the road. I watched the flashes on San Gabriele.If you drop me again.No. You dont have to pretend you love me. We two stopped talking and the captain shouted.