close behind the lines. It was very edifying. all this in a moment.

 and my winter boots
 and my winter boots.I would like to go with you and show you things. They were sweaty. she said. jaundice. She was crying.Ill leave you two.Im afraid it will make it bigger. There were troops on this road and motor trucks and mules with mountain guns and as we went down.At dinner I ate very quickly and left for the villa where the British had their hospital. I decided to go on upstairs. I gave them each a package of cigarettes. For two weeks now they havent changed them. There was fighting for that mountain too.

 I wished I were in Milan with her. of course. My friend motioned for him to come in.Which side is it onHere. I always thought he was French. Manera said he hoped it would come before the bombardment started. The Italian salute never seemed made for export. We were supposed to wear steel helmets even in Gorizia but they were uncomfortable and too bloody theatrical in a town where the civilian inhabitants had not been evacuated. This chap of yours was very anxious for me to see you. I like the simpler pleasures. I said. You get along very well without me. But marble busts all looked like a cemetery.Poor Rinaldi.

Youre not a Catholic.Wait a minute. Priest not happy without girls.They cant do anything. Oh mama mia. He made a gesture and laughed loudly. So were all on very special behavior. You know more about it than I do. chemical smells and the sweet smell of blood. I wont kiss you if you dont want. We drove slowly in this matting covered tunnel and came out onto a bare cleared space where the railway station had been. the operation was successful.Ca va bienCa va.It is true.

Ill leave you two.Im awfully tired. are youOh. He hoped the road would not jam. He was walking with a limp. Tenente Gavuzzi asked.Thats a relief. and went through the trenches in the smasheddown town and along the edge of the slope. Next week the war starts again. My friend motioned for him to come in. Not Bacchus. Bacchus barred. People lived on in it and there were hospitals and cafe and artillery up side streets and two bawdy houses. Passini said sarcastically.

We two were talking while the others argued.She looked at me. He talks French.Had you been engaged longEight years. We were supposed to wear steel helmets even in Gorizia but they were uncomfortable and too bloody theatrical in a town where the civilian inhabitants had not been evacuated.He took off his gloves.Kiss me.Passini shook his head. she said.They dont give them like that. I watched her face. They were top-heavy. went downstairs. His helmet was off and his forehead was bleeding below the hair line.

 God.That was because it was first. And then you are so very beautiful. I said. Would you like us to take the carsThats what I wanted to ask you.Then well have to work.Maybe girls dont want to go to the front any more.Of course they dont. sototenente (the thumb). We both went flat and with the flash and bump of the burst and the smell heard the singing off of the fragments and the rattle of falling brick.I went along the narrow road down toward the river. Goodnight. Another burst and in the noise you could hear the smaller noise of the brick and dirt raining down.Im all right.

Dont go. baby. I kept my arm where it was. Oh. Stop it. Im learning it. keeping to the side. He slapped me on the shoulder. I said.We looked at Rinaldi talking with the other nurse.He was gone. It was a nuisance to have them there but it was a comfort that they were no bigger. The major was unhooking the forceps now. Every day I learn to do things smoother and better.

As the ambulance climbed along the road. The Saint Anthony was in a little white metal capsule. whether or not things were obtainable. she said. It had been impossible to advance on the far side the year before because there was only one road leading down from the pass to the pontoon bridge and it was under machinegun and shell fire for nearly a mile. havent youBut I lost the truss. The drivers were pleased with it and I left them there.I will get it for you. One of their drivers came over to me. This had been the villa of a very wealthy German and the busts must have cost him plenty. falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves. Youre not an Italian. when I learned it.Are you very tired she asked.

Theyll send you to a hospital. He started the car. and God be with you. wore his black boots. Genoa was the place to see the bad marbles. I saw that word pricked him and kept on.A sergeant shot two officers who would not get out. it couldnt all go on. We talk too much even for the Tenente.Priest wants us never to attack. Its only a little sometimes.And youll be backTo morrow. I watched the snow falling. She came back from wherever she had been.

 I kissed both her shut eyes.Yes. Youve been away a long time. The major said there was an Italian story something like that about the duchess who could not sleep at night.Im dreadfully sorry.Thank God I did not become involved with the British. E. You wont worry now. The shutters were up but it was still going on inside.The Germans too. He had to sign the proposition for the citation. darling. marched as though they were six months gone with child. In a little while we would say insulting things.

 Why dont you come inHe shook his head. Its twice as big as it was this morning. For stupidity. Mama mama mia. Helen Ferguson. We do not like the English. The other officers were amused at the baiting. The pain that the major had spoken about had started and all that was happening was without interest or relation. There were trees along both sides of the road and through the right line of trees I saw the river. I said.I looked back and saw her standing on the steps. But as long as you drive the cars and behave  and dont talk so other officers can hear.We might sit there just for a little while. the captain said.

 At the foot of the bed was my flat trunk.Yes. It is a noble organization. Grappa.Its not serious I hope.Hell say I did it on purpose. Miss Barkley said. Miss Barkley said.I thought it over. was my age. and things went very badly. Maria. There isnt always an explanation for everything. Drink that.

Could I see her just for a momentThey sent an orderly to see and she came back with him. 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. and tenentecolonello (the little finger). Anybody may crack. and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night. The captain waved to me.You were sweet to tell me. brushed my hair and we started. It was cold in the car in the night as the road climbed. It was an Astra 7. brought by Gordini who looked very white and sick. had some coffee in the kitchen and went out to the garage. first fingers extended. I think so.

 Naples. When we were out on the gravel drive she said. We wont drop you again. Hang onto my neck.You. 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. But as long as you drive the cars and behave  and dont talk so other officers can hear. 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. all of myself. lieutenant. close behind the lines. It was very edifying. all this in a moment.