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"
Oh
,
I
’
ll
not
learn
it
in
two
weeks
.
I
’
ve
studied
it
for
months
now
.
You
may
come
and
see
her
after
seven
o
’
clock
if
you
wish
.
She
’
ll
be
off
then
.
But
don
’
t
bring
a
lot
of
Italians
.
"
"
Not
even
for
the
beautiful
language
?
"
"
No
.
Nor
for
the
beautiful
uniforms
.
"
"
Good
evening
,
"
I
said
.
"
A
rivederci
,
Tenente
.
"
"
A
rivederla
.
"
I
saluted
and
went
out
.
It
was
impossible
to
salute
foreigners
as
an
Italian
,
without
embarrassment
.
The
Italian
salute
never
seemed
made
for
export
.
The
day
had
been
hot
.
I
had
been
up
the
river
to
the
bridgehead
at
Plava
.
It
was
there
that
the
offensive
was
to
begin
.
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
machine
-
gun
and
shell
fire
for
nearly
a
mile
.
It
was
not
wide
enough
either
to
carry
all
the
transport
for
an
offensive
and
the
Austrians
could
make
a
shambles
out
of
it
.
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
.
It
was
a
nasty
place
and
the
Austrians
should
not
have
let
them
hold
it
.
I
suppose
it
was
mutual
tolerance
because
the
Austrians
still
kept
a
bridgehead
further
down
the
river
.
The
Austrian
trenches
were
above
on
the
hillside
only
a
few
yards
from
the
Italian
lines
.
There
had
been
a
little
town
but
it
was
all
rubble
.
There
was
what
was
left
of
a
railway
station
and
a
smashed
permanent
bridge
that
could
not
be
repaired
and
used
because
it
was
in
plain
sight
.
I
went
along
the
narrow
road
down
toward
the
river
,
left
the
car
at
the
dressing
station
under
the
hill
,
crossed
the
pontoon
bridge
,
which
was
protected
by
a
shoulder
of
the
mountain
,
and
went
through
the
trenches
in
the
smashed
-
down
town
and
along
the
edge
of
the
slope
.
Everybody
was
in
the
dugouts
.
There
were
racks
of
rockets
standing
to
be
touched
off
to
call
for
help
from
the
artillery
or
to
signal
with
if
the
telephone
wires
were
cut
.
It
was
quiet
,
hot
and
dirty
.
I
looked
across
the
wire
at
the
Austrian
lines
.
Nobody
was
in
sight
.
I
had
a
drink
with
a
captain
that
I
knew
in
one
of
the
dugouts
and
went
back
across
the
bridge
.
A
new
wide
road
was
being
finished
that
would
go
over
the
mountain
and
zig
-
zag
down
to
the
bridge
.
When
this
road
was
finished
the
offensive
would
start
.
It
came
down
through
the
forest
in
sharp
turns
.
The
system
was
to
bring
everything
down
the
new
road
and
take
the
empty
trucks
,
carts
and
loaded
ambulances
and
all
returning
traffic
up
the
old
narrow
road
.
The
dressing
station
was
on
the
Austrian
side
of
the
river
under
the
edge
of
the
hill
and
stretcher
-
bearers
would
bring
the
wounded
back
across
the
pontoon
bridge
.
It
would
be
the
same
when
the
offensive
started
.
As
far
as
I
could
make
out
the
last
mile
or
so
of
the
new
road
where
it
started
to
level
out
would
be
able
to
be
shelled
steadily
by
the
Austrians
.
It
looked
as
though
it
might
be
a
mess
.
But
I
found
a
place
where
the
cars
would
be
sheltered
after
they
passed
that
last
bad
-
looking
bit
and
could
wait
for
the
wounded
to
be
brought
across
the
pontoon
bridge
.
I
would
have
liked
to
drive
over
the
new
road
but
it
was
not
yet
finished
.
It
looked
wide
and
well
made
with
a
good
grade
and
the
turns
looked
very
impressive
where
you
could
see
them
through
openings
in
the
forest
on
the
mountain
side
.
The
cars
would
be
all
right
with
their
good
metal
-
to
-
metal
brakes
and
anyway
,
coming
down
,
they
would
not
be
loaded
.
I
drove
back
up
the
narrow
road
.
Two
carabinieri
held
the
car
up
.
A
shell
had
fallen
and
while
we
waited
three
others
fell
up
the
road
.
They
were
seventy
-
sevens
and
came
with
a
whishing
rush
of
air
,
a
hard
bright
burst
and
flash
and
then
gray
smoke
that
blew
across
the
road
.
The
carabinieri
waved
us
to
go
on
.
Passing
where
the
shells
had
landed
I
avoided
the
small
broken
places
and
smelled
the
high
explosive
and
the
smell
of
blasted
clay
and
stone
and
freshly
shattered
flint
.
I
drove
back
to
Gorizia
and
our
villa
and
,
as
I
said
,
went
to
call
on
Miss
Barkley
,
who
was
on
duty
.
