through the shoulder.Its rotten.

We wont quarrel
We wont quarrel. The other cars pulled up. It was all right if she was.Shes not awfully well.Ah. Otherwise it will be the bronze. I said. I asked what time the attack was to he and they said as soon as it was dark. with the sun on it. Its good. He stopped working and smiled. The battery fired twice and the air came each time like a blow and shook the window and made the front of my pajamas flap. Goodnight.

You want us to stay here or can we look aroundBetter stay here.Better not drink too much brandy then. depended to a considerable extent on myself. the bare ground was covered. Underneath we are the same. go get a corkscrew. He was a big smart tall boy to be in the granatieri. In the morning they came to each bed in turn. sometimes now seeing his face and little long necked body and gray beard like a goats chin tuft; all these with the sudden interiors of houses that had lost a wall through shelling. It would not finish it if one side stopped fighting. I knew I did not love Catherine Barkley nor had any idea of loving her. I said. I thought.

No.Saint Anthony asked the driver. the fighting in the mountains beyond the town. I do sometimes. Every night priest five against one! They all laughed again. long 6. The captain spoke pidgin Italian for my doubtful benefit. Now they try to forget it. You know. Profound wounds of right knee and foot. I helped him down. She put it in my hand. When I got home it was too late and I did not see Miss Barkley until the next evening.

 They seemed glad to see me and in a little while Miss Ferguson excused herself and went away. I said. chewed. I would like to eat at the Cova and then walk down the Via Manzoni in the hot evening and cross over and turn off along the canal and go to the hotel with Catherine Barkley. I went out swiftly. But its a rotten game. I was still angry and as I held her suddenly she shivered. I had gone to no place where the roads were frozen and hard as iron. mama Mia. My Austrian snipers rifle with its blued octagon barrel and the lovely dark walnut.Pas encore. We went on and passed the regiment about a mile ahead. I didnt mean to hurt you.

You want us to stay here or can we look aroundBetter stay here.The granatieri are tall. she said.She looked at me. tipping their heads back.Are you very tired she asked. They were bersaglieri. But the Italians had crossed and spread out a little way on the far side to hold about a mile and a half on the Austrian side of the river.Four for 105. no. Isnt itWhat is the stick I asked. Stop it. There was an English there.

The battery in the next garden woke me in the morning and I saw the sun coming through the window and got out of the bed. Why dont you come inHe shook his head. I had been up the river to the bridgehead at Plava.Have you any moneyYes.Its Manera. poured out into the glass held with the same hand; after this course. It was in France of course. the injustices he had received and in which I participated as an American.Cough.They cant do anything.Oh. go get a corkscrew. At the foot of the bed was my flat trunk.

 I was a fool not to.Thank God I did not become involved with the British.Not even for the beautiful languageNo. He spoke again in pidgin Italian. After some more wine I told the story of the jockey who found the penny. Gavuzzi said. Some wore their steel helmets but most of them carried them slung from their packs. falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves. We grew up together. Are you coming to nightNo. They were sweaty. She was carrying a thin rattan stick like a toy riding-crop. It was impossible to salute foreigners as an Italian.

 The doctors were working with their sleeves up to their shoulders and were red as butchers. We grew up together. Inside they were operating on all the tables. so she loves Scotland better than England. I said. It was the first time I had ever heard her laugh. Incurred in the line of duty. chemical smells and the sweet smell of blood. Lots of them would have liked him to be king. Im not. It would not rip and I bit the edge of the cloth to start it. A.Tonight you will tell me everything.

I dont believe it. Villa San Giovanni. Dear Catherine. I was a fool not to. Still I would probably have been killed. Every one laughed. Passini said. whether or not things were obtainable. I saw the blanket open. I said. Do you have to take me to that regimentYes. They were sweaty.The forest of oak trees on the mountain beyond the town was gone.

 I wish she were here now.Youre not a Catholic.Yes. The cognac is under the bed.I translated this for Miss Ferguson. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders. You could not tell anything about them. Would you like us to take the carsThats what I wanted to ask you.It hasnt come up. Evidently it did not matter whether I was there or not.Youre sloppy. I was cold and my leg hurt so that it made me sick. You better not go up there drunk.

 I could see the light come out from the dressing station when the curtain opened and they brought some one in or out. We parked the cars beyond a brickyard. the house for officers. and put on a dressing. Why dont you go to the hospitalThey wont let me. It came down through the forest in sharp turns. wore his black boots. Im sorry for your head. I was blown up while we were eating cheese. Uninformed.After a while we said good-night and left.He ought to go to Capri. 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.

 even in the ambulance business. They were all mechanics and hated the war. Outside the window it was a lovely spring morning. wash it out. The tall English driver came around and looked in. I do. had some coffee in the kitchen and went out to the garage.There is a class that controls a country that is stupid and does not realize anything and never can.Whats to stop itIt will crack somewhere.If I go back theyll make me get operated on and then theyll put me in the line all the time. Every night priest five against one! They all laughed again. Those were all the Austrians mountains and we had nothing like them. I said.

 the major said.I am happy.He stood up and put on his gloves.That was a big trench mortar. But I do with you. I looked at the tires carefully. It would not finish it if one side stopped fighting. Shes a nurse. said Bassi.No. The officers all wore helmets; betterfitting helmets. Goodby.Must attack.

 I threw away the goddam truss so it would get bad and I wouldnt have to go to the line again.How are the cars Manera asked. Every week some one gets wounded by rock fragments. The outlines of the cypresses that lined it were sharp and clear. You must forgive me for talking so much. We do not like the English. He denied all knowledge of the five per cent bonds. His legs were toward me and I saw in the dark and the light that they were both smashed above the knee. We drank the second grappa.Goodnight. I saw a third range of mountains. Or shot through the shoulder.Its rotten.