the river to the bridgehead at Plava. then crossed the river.

 The Saint Anthony was in a little white metal capsule
 The Saint Anthony was in a little white metal capsule. I felt something dripping.Did they cross the river all rightEnormously.Thank you very much.Probably. Its good. I come to see you again soon. I thought somebody was screaming. The Saint Anthony was in a little white metal capsule. He sat down beside me. It was quiet. I thought he had a fine name and he came from Minnesota which made a lovely name: Ireland of Minnesota. Close to the bank I saw deep pools. You see Im not mad and Im not gone off.

 the others dusty. Im leaving now for a show up above Plava. really. hung over the two beds.They are brave and have good discipline. Bacchus. I got down and went over. They splashed more mud than the camions even and if one of the officers in the back was very small and sitting between two generals.I will go and see.Im not. Beautiful young girlsaccompanied by their mothers.That doesnt matter. Manera said he hoped it would come before the bombardment started. In two days the offensive was to start and I would go with the cars to Plava.

 At the foot of the bed was my flat trunk.That was because it was first. Ireland of Michigan. My knee wasnt there. They seemed glad to see me and in a little while Miss Ferguson excused herself and went away. Im sending you now with the English ambulance. he said. I could go to Spain if there was no war. there were some new hospitals.There was great laughter from everybody. Ill always come back. Its not a wound.Do you want to very muchYes. The road here was below the level of the river bank and all along the side of the sunken road there were holes dug in the bank with infantry in them.

 You dont pronounce it very much alike. soldiers would. folded it without rising from the bed and slid it in his breeches pocket. the instruments shining in the light. I looked in the door of the big room and saw the major sitting at his desk. Lacerations of the scalp (he probed Does that hurt Christ. I said I thought they had them. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves. There was one fine cemetery thoughthe one at Pisa.Listen to him talk about the Abruzzi.At dinner I ate very quickly and left for the villa where the British had their hospital.Did they cross the river all rightEnormously. You dont pronounce it very much alike. When I got home it was too late and I did not see Miss Barkley until the next evening.

 I never hurt anybody. You should go to Rome. Here at the brickyard we were sheltered from rifle or machine gun fire by the river bank. for your own good.A big shell came in and burst outside in the brickyard. because they did not bombard it to destroy it but only a little in a military way. maybe yes.Do we have to go on and talk this wayNo. The major got up from the telephone. Stop it. Name he asked softly.Goodevening. The ground was torn up and in front of my head there was a splintered beam of wood. Outside it was nearly dark.

Not like the English Not like Miss BarkleyOh.Bersaglieri have run too. I said. he said. I took her hands. I couldnt move. Good by. Lots of them would have liked him to be king. Oh you should see what I did in the removal of three metres of small intestine and better now than ever.Beyond the mule train the road was empty and we climbed through the hills and then went down over the shoulder of a long hill into a river valley.The driver came out of the door with the papers for the wounded in the car. Besides. Ive seen the holes. Hang onto my neck.

 Maybe you will get an English medal too. Did you stay all nightYes. The road was screened because it was in sight of the Austrians across the river. It tasted of rusty metal. wash it out. baby. I said. hotter and slower than ever: then the stragglers. now this is the point of the story.Priest today with girls. I looked back and saw the three cars all climbing. she said. We read. I remembered where I was going.

No. Ill take it very easily. The afternoon was a quiet time. I will get you a copy.Have you any moneyYes. Id be glad to kiss you if you dont mind. The Italian salute never seemed made for export.Im all right. We caught them and passed them and turned off on a road that climbed up into the hills. I said. I had on wool stockings but Passini wore puttees. I went with him and found the dugout. it was slow in the traffic. You were liable to arrest if you did not have one worn in plain sight.

 the priest said. I handed the canteen back to Passini. Some of the wounded were noisy but most were quiet. The only son of the American Ambassador. The cars would be all right with their good metaltometal brakes and anyway.I have brought him in. Rinaldi poured another glass. Your lovely cool goddess. I could have given him that anyway.I didnt know about anything then. I said.Outside something was set down beside the entrance.Yes. marched as though they were six months gone with child.

 Gavuzzi has your legs. Nor for the beautiful uniforms.Poor Rinaldi. Wait till I get cleaned up. Signor Tenente. I repeated it. Mama mama mia. sure that this was all and all and all and not caring. Oh oh oh oh. she said.. Go on. You see Im not mad and Im not gone off. I had it in the car.

 Ive come back to Catherine in the night. was my age. They all laughed. If there is a war I suppose we must attack. We have to just walk here.Let me feel it. Where it had run down under my shirt it was warm and sticky.All right. How are the girlsThere are no girls. A shell had fallen and while we waited three others fell up the road. and the argument went on. get me out of here. Evidently it did not matter whether I was there or not. I said.

He likes it. You do me a translation and I will send it to The Lancet. Thats the end of it. Outside the window it was a lovely spring morning. in order that I might understand perfectly. I couldnt move. jaundice. The Austrian trenches were above on the hillside only a few yards from the Italian lines. This is close to the front. darling.Not Strega. A little that way like the number of the first regiment of the Brigata Ancona. I havent any papers for you. He said that if the thing went well he would see that I was decorated.

 on purpose.That road will be a dirty mess.He cant do anything about it anyway. We wont drop you again. Sculpture had always seemed a dull businessstill. You mustnt take everything so literally. It was very edifying. He recognized me and waved a forceps. The road curved and we saw the three cars looking quite small.I knocked over his candle with the pillow and got into bed in the dark. I suppose it was mutual tolerance because the Austrians still kept a bridgehead further down the river.Not reallyNever.We must shut up. He slapped his gloves on the edge of the bed.

 Anybody may crack. Look at your valorous conduct in asking to go always to the first line. said the priest.Wop. I have to go. it seemed.I am happy.That night at the mess I sat next to the priest and he was disappointed and suddenly hurt that I had not gone to the Abruzzi.Of a whatHe explained. wont you She looked up at me. baby. We do get along. the leather shiny with oil.WhereMilano.

Good evening. youre very good. You do not really like it. Bacchus barred.No. Ill take it very easily.That will be nice. mama Mia I pulled and twisted and got my legs loose finally and turned around and touched him. bulged forward under the capes so that the men. The pain hasnt started yet. Let them keep their sisters in the house. Why did you do itI dont know. You may come and see her after seven oclock if you wish. said the priest.

 it seemed. I wiped my hand on my shirt and another floating light came very slowly down and I looked at my leg and was very afraid. I said. So I went to the jail. My Austrian snipers rifle with its blued octagon barrel and the lovely dark walnut. They were moderately clean. One of the medical captains said the attack had been put forward an hour. I said. I said.How are the cars Manera asked. The others were shouting.I cut the cheese into pieces and laid them on the macaroni. I had been up the river to the bridgehead at Plava. then crossed the river.