get me out of here. you know. It was all right with me.

 The orderly was listening behind the desk
 The orderly was listening behind the desk. lay asleep on the other bed. Youre a very good boy.All thinking men are atheists. I felt it against the back of the chair.You speak English he asked.Oh. would you he asked. Miss Barkley was in the garden. capitano (next finger).Are you unwoundedWe are both wounded a little. I said in Italian. the priest said.

An outside nation cant make you be a soldier. Take a drink. Listen.I went back to the majors dugout and he said the field kitchen would be along and the drivers could come and get their stew. the drivers walking along beside the mules wearing red fezzes. I thought it would be worse for him. the gas mask in an oblong tin can.They wont crack here. said the priest. All the drivers wore puttees but Passini had only one leg. I said. sometimes it stopped. Five stars.

 I said. Inside there was a light. Priest never with girls. I said.Just as you like.Ciaou! he said. There were big guns too that passed in the day drawn by tractors. Doesnt anybody work nowSince you are gone we have nothing but frostbites. with the eyes shut.Oh I love to tease you.The next year there were many victories. They did very well last summer.An outside nation cant make you be a soldier.

 but with the difference between us.Fine.The priest smiled.Truly I tell you something about your good women. It is one for The Lancet.Kiss me. She let me take it and I held it and put my arm around under her arm. 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.Passinis dead.No. You see the point.Do you suppose it will always go onNo. He had been in the war in Libya and wore two woundstripes.

 He spread the hand again. Priest never with girls. little puppy. We parked the cars beyond a brickyard. All alone at the war with no new girls. opened it.Ill walk down with you.Oh. the old bridge where the railway crossed to the other side and across. and good news. Why dont we stop fighting If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away.Ive heard about it. They had always cracked in other wars.

Im so sorry. Manera lit his lighter and passed it around. Tenente. an ambulance was waiting by the side door and inside the door. baby. Its in the bulletin. Ill go and see him and ask if he will recommend you.You did say you loved me. I said. the major said. I talked with the major and learned that when it should start and our cars should be loaded we would drive them back along the screened road and up to the main road along the ridge where there would be a post and other cars to clear them. I said. Rinaldi shook his head.

Yes. In the jolt of my head I heard somebody crying.We walked on a way and were stopped under a tree. I started when he did. with many tastes alike. and mark a cross on both legs. Then. Bacchus or no Bacchus. I felt him in his metal box against my chest while we drove. A soldier came along after the last of the stragglers. and a few more houses had been hit by shell fire. English. I felt the engine start.

 how we did not do the things we wanted to do; we never did such things. Then I thought of his puttees. the priest said.They cant hang every one. Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the window open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink the capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. Ill be wise like you.Go to hell. I looked at the board tables. Nobody knew anything about it although they all spoke with great positiveness and strategical knowledge. Your friend is a doctor. drunk.Do you always know what people thinkNot always. mama Mia I pulled and twisted and got my legs loose finally and turned around and touched him.

 Ireland of Wisconsin. He broke off.He wiped his hands on his jumper and grinned. The priest shook his head. in Milan.Very. Go on. sitting on the small of my back. Whats the matter with this machineIts no good. When we were out on the gravel drive she said. He brought them over to me. and the argument went on. She went on down the hall.

That was because it was first. get me out of here.You see Ive been leading a sort of a funny life. The priest was good but dull. said the priest. The major was a little man with upturned mustaches. While I rubbed myself with a towel I looked around the room and out the window and at Rinaldi lying with his eyes closed on the bed. I went out swiftly.Quite well. marched as though they were six months gone with child. she said. At first it dropped slowly and regularly. I lied.

 They come and make you be a soldier again.Its way out. Manera said. We drank rum and it was very friendly. holding their chins close over the basin. I know all about it now. Driving in convoy is not unpleasant if you are the first car and I settled back in the seat and watched the country. Why dont you go to the hospitalThey wont let me. I looked in the door of the big room and saw the major sitting at his desk. you have nothing to worry about if it doesnt infect and it rarely does now. But dont bring a lot of Italians.He likes it. I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

 Hes coming to see you. I watched her face. I like the simpler pleasures. My hand went in and my knee was down on my shin. gray leather boxes heavy with the packs of clips of thin. locked in the trunk. People lived on in it and there were hospitals and cafe and artillery up side streets and two bawdy houses. he said. I watched them settle on the ceiling. He breathed very heavily. I could pull backward along with my arms and elbows.I dont believe it. Middle name First name Rank Where born What class What corps and so on.

 fat and prosperous and Vittorio Emmanuele.Its not serious I hope. the major said. Two men were lifting the hernia man to put him in. They sent me the little stick. and a bandage around his head. sir. It is with them the war is made. He doesnt want to see peasants. The major was a little man with upturned mustaches. said Rinaldi.They dont give them like that. In the jolt of my head I heard somebody crying.

 Walking home Rinaldi said. in the infantry. it was slow in the traffic.Well crack. When we were out on the gravel drive she said. dusty and tired. Im leaving now for a show up above Plava. It was very hot and when I woke my legs itched. You cant. The others were shouting. get me out of here. you know. It was all right with me.