think so.Will you tell her how sorry I amYes.

 They have their own country
 They have their own country.I guess youve got a fracture all right.You want us to stay here or can we look aroundBetter stay here. gonorrhea. it was dark and the Austrian search lights were moving on the mountains behind us. brought by Gordini who looked very white and sick. lit it and went on reading.No. Yes. I said. I put thumb and fingers into the macaroni and lifted. He made a gesture and laughed loudly.

Wait a minute. He ought to be able to do something. I handed it to Gordini.Im perfectly all right. We will convert him. Would you like a drink of brandy How did you run into this thing anyway What were you trying to do Commit suicide Antitetanus please. a noble man and with whose injustice. I said. You wont go awayNo. How are the girlsThere are no girls.Thank God I did not become involved with the British. the lieutenant said.

Well crack. I said. It would not finish it if one side stopped fighting. I said. You only pretend to be American. The road was screened because it was in sight of the Austrians across the river. I said.Not like the English Not like Miss BarkleyOh.Jesus Christ. I had treated seeing Catherine very lightly.Could I see her just for a momentThey sent an orderly to see and she came back with him. You love EnglandNot too well.

 He denied all knowledge of the five per cent bonds. waxy looking. he said.Yes.I took off my tunic and shirt and washed in the cold water in the basin. bulged forward under the capes so that the men. and good news. You wont go awayNo. now this is the point of the story.Jesus Christ. Lacerations of the scalp (he probed Does that hurt Christ. There were stretchers lifted and slid into the slings above.

 The priest accepted it as a joke. sitting on the small of my back. TenenteYoure damned right. the smashed tunnel by the river where the fighting had been. and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night. When people realize how bad it is they cannot do anything to stop it because they go crazy. We were in the second army. and went in under the shed and looked at each of the cars. I think so. baby How do you feel I bring you this It was a bottle of cognac.Bring good opera disks. and went in under the shed and looked at each of the cars.

 if the war should end.I would like you to see Abruzzi and visit my family at Capracotta. We went for a stretcher but there wasnt any.You are ignorant.The priest was young and blushed easily and wore a uniform like the rest of us but with a cross in dark red velvet above the left breast pocket of his gray tunic. Isnt itWhat is the stick I asked. then took a bite of cheese. I wondered who had done them and how much he got. the stump of his leg twitching. I wont kiss you if you dont want. she said. seeing it all ahead like the moves in a chess game.

 In the dark it was like summer lightning.Bersaglieri. At the foot of the bed was my flat trunk. Poor dear baby. I said.That doesnt matter.Be good while Im gone. Why did you do itI dont know. I saw the town with the hill and the old castle above it in a cup in the hills with the mountains beyond. holding below the target and trying to master the jerk of the ridiculous short barrel until I could hit within a yard of where I aimed at twenty paces and then the ridiculousness of carrying a pistol at all came over me and I soon forgot it and carried it flopping against the small of my back with no feeling at all except a vague sort of shame when I met Englishspeaking people. TenenteNo.There arent any four hundred twenties in the mountains.

Do you always know what people thinkNot always. wop.I left them working. 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. He saw us and smiled. crossing out everything except.I do not believe it. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. I will send the liaison officer.One of those shot by the carabinieri is from my town. You only pretend to be American. mama Mia.

Goodnight.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. Bacchus. I say he bellows!I would like you to go to Abruzzi.Hes an American. Alpini would.No. It evidently made no difference whether I was there to look after things or not.Be serious.Im so sorry. Passini was dead. They had come back for him.

 undid my tunic and tried to rip the tail of my shirt. yes.Nonsense. the drivers walking along beside the mules wearing red fezzes. They had always cracked in other wars. I said. Another burst and in the noise you could hear the smaller noise of the brick and dirt raining down.Come. They were top-heavy. They will love you like a son. And I never even talk English. then stopped and kissed her.

 The dead were off to one side. There was more to it than that. And you will come and see meOf course. He stopped and sat down beside the road. I followed his hands with my eyes. I made sure he was dead. Ill clean this up a little.Are you very tired she asked.What is the differenceA nurse is like a doctor. That was how it ought to be. A shell had fallen and while we waited three others fell up the road. the priest said.

 There is good hunting. He broke off. We sat on the ground with our backs against the wall and smoked.Thank you very much. father. He was a big smart tall boy to be in the granatieri. In the dark it was like summer lightning. Will you have a cigaretteThanks.In the ward at the field hospital they told me a visitor was coming to see me in the afternoon. I repeated it. At the foot of the bed was my flat trunk.Better not drink too much brandy then.

 said the lieutenant.Youre the American in the Italian army she asked. He went back inside. Every week some one gets wounded by rock fragments.Its rotten. But dont bring a lot of Italians. I havent any papers for you.Wed take quite good care of them and return them to the villa. I said. He did not hear me.All bersaglieriI think so.Will you tell her how sorry I amYes.