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"
No
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
’
ll
stay
here
and
have
our
drink
.
Then
we
’
ll
go
down
and
stand
at
the
water
jump
for
the
steeplechase
.
"
"
You
’
re
awfully
good
to
me
,
"
she
said
.
After
we
had
been
alone
awhile
we
were
glad
to
see
the
others
again
.
We
had
a
good
time
.
In
September
the
first
cool
nights
came
,
then
the
days
were
cool
and
the
leaves
on
the
trees
in
the
park
began
to
turn
color
and
we
knew
the
summer
was
gone
.
The
fighting
at
the
front
went
very
badly
and
they
could
not
take
San
Gabriele
.
The
fighting
on
the
Bainsizza
plateau
was
over
and
by
the
middle
of
the
month
the
fighting
for
San
Gabriele
was
about
over
too
.
They
could
not
take
it
.
Ettore
was
gone
back
to
the
front
.
The
horses
were
gone
to
Rome
and
there
was
no
more
racing
.
Crowell
had
gone
to
Rome
too
,
to
be
sent
back
to
America
.
There
were
riots
twice
in
the
town
against
the
war
and
bad
rioting
in
Turin
.
A
British
major
at
the
club
told
me
the
Italians
had
lost
one
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
men
on
the
Bainsizza
plateau
and
on
San
Gabriele
.
He
said
they
had
lost
forty
thousand
on
the
Carso
besides
.
We
had
a
drink
and
he
talked
.
He
said
the
fighting
was
over
for
the
year
down
here
and
that
the
Italians
had
bitten
off
more
than
they
could
chew
.
He
said
the
offensive
in
Flanders
was
going
to
the
bad
.
If
they
killed
men
as
they
did
this
fall
the
Allies
would
be
cooked
in
another
year
.
He
said
we
were
all
cooked
but
we
were
all
right
as
long
as
we
did
not
know
it
.
We
were
all
cooked
.
The
thing
was
not
to
recognize
it
.
The
last
country
to
realize
they
were
cooked
would
win
the
war
.
We
had
another
drink
.
Was
I
on
somebody
’
s
staff
?
No
.
He
was
.
It
was
all
balls
.
We
were
alone
in
the
club
sitting
back
in
one
of
the
big
leather
sofas
.
His
boots
were
smoothly
polished
dull
leather
.
They
were
beautiful
boots
.
He
said
it
was
all
balls
.
They
thought
only
in
divisions
and
man
-
power
.
They
all
squabbled
about
divisions
and
only
killed
them
when
they
got
them
.
They
were
all
cooked
.
The
Germans
won
the
victories
.
By
God
they
were
soldiers
.
The
old
Hun
was
a
soldier
.
But
they
were
cooked
too
.
We
were
all
cooked
.
I
asked
about
Russia
.
He
said
they
were
cooked
already
.
I
’
d
soon
see
they
were
cooked
.
Then
the
Austrians
were
cooked
too
.
If
they
got
some
Hun
divisions
they
could
do
it
.
Did
he
think
they
would
attack
this
fall
?
Of
course
they
would
.
The
Italians
were
cooked
.
Everybody
knew
they
were
cooked
.
The
old
Hun
would
come
down
through
the
Trentino
and
cut
the
railway
at
Vicenza
and
then
where
would
the
Italians
be
?
They
tried
that
in
’
sixteen
,
I
said
.
Not
with
Germans
.
Yes
,
I
said
.
But
they
probably
wouldn
’
t
do
that
,
he
said
.
It
was
too
simple
.
They
’
d
try
something
complicated
and
get
royally
cooked
.
I
had
to
go
,
I
said
.
I
had
to
get
back
to
the
hospital
.
"
Good
-
by
,
"
he
said
.
Then
cheerily
,
"
Every
sort
of
luck
!
"
There
was
a
great
contrast
between
his
world
pessimism
and
personal
cheeriness
.
I
stopped
at
a
barber
shop
and
was
shaved
and
went
home
to
the
hospital
.
My
leg
was
as
well
as
it
would
get
for
a
long
time
.
I
had
been
up
for
examination
three
days
before
.
There
were
still
some
treatments
to
take
before
my
course
at
the
Ospedale
.
Maggiore
was
finished
and
I
walked
along
the
side
street
practising
not
limping
.
An
old
man
was
cutting
silhouettes
under
an
arcade
.
I
stopped
to
watch
him
.
Two
girls
were
posing
and
he
cut
their
silhouettes
together
,
snipping
very
fast
and
looking
at
them
,
his
head
on
one
side
.
The
girls
were
giggling
.
He
showed
me
the
silhouettes
before
he
pasted
them
on
white
paper
and
handed
them
to
the
girls
.
"
They
’
re
beautiful
,
"
he
said
.
"
How
about
you
,
Tenente
?
"
The
girls
went
away
looking
at
their
silhouettes
and
laughing
.
They
were
nice
-
looking
girls
.
One
of
them
worked
in
the
wine
shop
across
from
the
hospital
.
