. The gravel paths were moist and the grass was wet with dew. and other trucks with loads covered with canvas that moved slower in the traffic.Its not really the army. Its twice as big as it was this morning.Say. I will.Have you done nursing longSince the end of fifteen.Im afraid it will make it bigger. Maria. the water clear.Oh I love to tease you. She went on down the hall. There had been a little town but it was all rubble.Ca va bienCa va. Nothing to do.
spilled the thin gold chain together and put it all in my breast pocket. The carabinieri waved us to go on. she said. I love you too much. He bellows. I know all about it. I said. There was more to it than that. I felt him in his metal box against my chest while we drove. Fragments of enemy trench mortar shell.I dont think it will hurt you. I just tell you. Besides. We drove slowly in this matting covered tunnel and came out onto a bare cleared space where the railway station had been. The Englishman broke into voluble and perfect Italian. At the post on the top they took the stretcher out and put another in and we went on.
Goodnight. Really. painted gray and built like moving-vans. maggiore (next to the little finger). Those postcards would be very fine in America; strange and mysterious. First we passed the regiment. Passing where the shells had landed I avoided the small broken places and smelled the high explosive and the smell of blasted clay and stone and freshly shattered flint. below in the town. keeping to the side. felt the brake come off and the clutch go in.Did you ever read the Black Pig asked the lieutenant. 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. higher snow mountains.Didnt you carry anybody on your back Gordini says you carried several people on your back but the medical major at the first post declares it is impossible.I knocked over his candle with the pillow and got into bed in the dark.In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains.
Please.A showI dont think its anything. But millions of fools like you dont know it. We passed a long column of loaded mules.No.What is the differenceA nurse is like a doctor. It took the enamel off your teeth and left it on the roof of your mouth. It was a hot night and there was a good deal going on up in the mountains. and other trucks with loads covered with canvas that moved slower in the traffic. I went on home. Manera said. What an odd thing--to be in the Italian army.It was because we were scared. Fillipo Vincenza. They have their own country.Thats awfully nice.
His right hand left the wheel and opened a button on his tunic and pulled it out from under his shirt. and I spoke Italian.Bassi wins. It was hot walking through the town but the sun was starting to go down and it was very pleasant. Nothing.All right. The men were hot and sweating. said Bassi. the smooth functioning of the business of removing wounded and sick from the dressing stations. Gavuzzi said. brought by Gordini who looked very white and sick. Oh mama mia. We all got up and left the table. I opened the capsule and spilled him out into my hand. sitting on the small of my back.Were you thereNo.
green and dark to the snow line and then white and lovely in the sun. Bacchus or no Bacchus. You could not tell anything about them. bronzes looked like something.How are you.Not even for the beautiful languageNo. baby.I walked behind her out into the garden. I should drink cup for cup and glass for glass with Bassi. Stop it.I looked in her eyes and put my arm around her as I had before and kissed her. it was slow in the traffic.And the priest was locked up.It would be fine if you would take the cars. And you play it as well as you know how.Ten cars were lined up side by side under the long shed.
Manera said. He did not see me and I did not know whether to go in and report or go upstairs first and clean up. she said. Now I must go back to sleep to be fresh and beautiful for Miss Barkley. He said it was true and by the corpse of Bacchus we would test whether it was true or not. he said. But back here youve got to have papers. They were laughing. Oh mama mia.He walked across to the dressing station. Tenente. I havent any papers for you. He had not felt bad but now the shoulder had stiffened.We looked at Rinaldi talking with the other nurse. He loves Franz Joseph. Im sorry.
I will send the liaison officer.Oh. Miss Ferguson was with her. The sun was going down and the day was cooling off.Im going on. His shoulder was smashed and his head was hurt. Name he asked softly. This was better than going every evening to the house for officers where the girls climbed all over you and put your cap on backward as a sign of affection between their trips upstairs with brother officers. One killed and the fellow that brought you. He had written to his father that I was coming and they had made preparations. put their stretchers down. I tried to move sideways so that it did not fall on me. go to hell.I will get it for you. The mechanics were working on one out in the yard. Are you coming to nightNo.
He will look after you.Savoia. Passini said still respectfully.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. At the first battle you all run. I said. and then there were mountains far off beyond all these that you could hardly tell if you really saw. Come with me if you want. even in the ambulance business. it couldnt all go on. he said. you dont.Like the Tchecos. then it pattered into a stream. like bridge. The forest had been green in the summer when we had come into the town but now there were the stumps and the broken trunks and the ground torn up.
We walked along together through the town and I chewed the coffee. Stop it.I took out my knife.Cant I stay here.No. said the major. I come to see you again soon.Yes. Well crack in France.The plain was rich with crops there were many orchards of fruit trees and beyond the plain the mountains were brown and bare. he said. But the little Scotch one is very nice. He is the legitimate son of President Wilson. the injustices he had received and in which I participated as an American. baby How do you feel I bring you this It was a bottle of cognac. I said.
I didnt mean to hurt you. Its not a wound. and other trucks with loads covered with canvas that moved slower in the traffic. Well crack in France. The other cars pulled up. Here they would never have arrested him.If I go back theyll make me get operated on and then theyll put me in the line all the time. At the foot of the bed was my flat trunk. A shell burst short near the river bank. the major said. Im not. coming down. I went with him and found the dugout.Good.Must attack.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.
Gordini stood up and went outside with me. There are people who are afraid of their officers. I did hurt you. I followed his hands with my eyes.Outside the post a great many of us lay on the ground in the dark. sure that this was all and all and all and not caring. Tell me exactly what happened. she said. Rinaldi said.Not like the English Not like Miss BarkleyOh. That is true.No. They sat down and waited. He said that if the thing went well he would see that I was decorated. There were some British batteries up with the third army. He breathed very heavily.
Are you hit badly he asked. He looked like a king.Have you done nursing longSince the end of fifteen. said Rinaldi. There was fighting for that mountain too.They cant hang every one.I dried my hands and took out my pocketbook from the inside of my tunic hanging on the wall. I looked back and saw Rinaldi standing watching me and waved to him. maybe yes. capitano (next finger). I will send the liaison officer. its smooth surface covered with brick dust. They were seventysevens and came with a whishing rush of air. Whats the matter with this machineIts no good.He poured two glasses and we touched them.Why notThey dont trust us when theres nothing going on.
Im sorry for your head. There were some British batteries up with the third army. So were all on very special behavior. had some coffee in the kitchen and went out to the garage.Ill walk down with you. the fighting in the mountains beyond the town. where I sat with a friend and two glasses drinking a bottle of Asti. she said. havent youBut I lost the truss. Helen. They had come back for him.Theyll shell the out of us. Porta feriti I tried to get closer to Passini to try to put a tourniquet on the legs but I could not move. I thought she was very beautiful and I took her hand. He bent over me. 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.
Ill not learn it in two weeks. Did you think I was Italian There were some Italians with one of our units.Wait a minute. Ill see the medical wallahs.There will be no more offensive now that the snow has come. capitano (next finger). Go on. sitting on the small of my back. and I spoke Italian. You dont pronounce it very much alike.We might sit there just for a little while. Manera said. Come with me if you want. That night in the mess after the spaghetti course.Its not been away.No.
I sat on a chair and held my cap. Then I made out my report in my room. That should handle them. Ireland of Michigan.I will go and see. said the major. I said I hoped it would go well but that he was too kind.Of course some of the bonds were not accounted for but the priest had all of the three per cent bonds and several local obligations.Good.And what did he say asked the priest. the major said to the two stretcher bearers. There was a cough. The officers all wore helmets; betterfitting helmets. winefully. The major was at the telephone sitting on a box. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees.
Ciaou! he said. He did not hear me. It looked wide and well made with a good grade and the turns looked very impressive where you could see them through openings in the forest on the mountain side. That night in the mess after the spaghetti course. I said.After a while we said good-night and left.He was a very nice boy. stupid from inexperience. Rinaldi said goodnight. And in the town we have beautiful English girls. You must forgive me for talking so much. I saw a third range of mountains. Mama mama mia.Of course they do. lieutenant We wont get a chance to eat after this thing starts. for your own good.
Youre not a Catholic. This took place at B?ziers. Tenente.Hows everythingNot so bad. And in the town we have beautiful English girls. I could look down through the woods and see. locked in the trunk. is a short cut.Outside something was set down beside the entrance. We crossed the brickyard. how do you feel Where is that damn corkscrew You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering. Theres no place to drop it. didnt IShe was looking at me in the dark. bound in leather. selfinflicted wounds. As far as I could make out the last mile or so of the new road where it started to level out would be able to be shelled steadily by the Austrians.
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