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"
Has
the
food
really
been
short
?
"
"
I
myself
have
never
had
enough
to
eat
but
I
am
a
big
eater
and
I
have
not
starved
.
The
mess
is
average
.
The
regiments
in
the
line
get
pretty
good
food
but
those
in
support
don
’
t
get
so
much
.
Something
is
wrong
somewhere
.
There
should
be
plenty
of
food
.
"
"
The
dogfish
are
selling
it
somewhere
else
.
"
"
Yes
,
they
give
the
battalions
in
the
front
line
as
much
as
they
can
but
the
ones
in
back
are
very
short
.
They
have
eaten
all
the
Austrians
’
potatoes
and
chestnuts
from
the
woods
.
They
ought
to
feed
them
better
.
We
are
big
eaters
.
I
am
sure
there
is
plenty
of
food
.
It
is
very
bad
for
the
soldiers
to
be
short
of
food
.
Have
you
ever
noticed
the
difference
it
makes
in
the
way
you
think
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
can
’
t
win
a
war
but
it
can
lose
one
.
"
"
We
won
’
t
talk
about
losing
.
There
is
enough
talk
about
losing
.
What
has
been
done
this
summer
cannot
have
been
done
in
vain
.
"
I
did
not
say
anything
.
I
was
always
embarrassed
by
the
words
sacred
,
glorious
,
and
sacrifice
and
the
expression
in
vain
.
We
had
heard
them
,
sometimes
standing
in
the
rain
almost
out
of
earshot
,
so
that
only
the
shouted
words
came
through
,
and
had
read
them
,
on
proclamations
that
were
slapped
up
by
billposters
over
other
proclamations
,
now
for
a
long
time
,
and
I
had
seen
nothing
sacred
,
and
the
things
that
were
glorious
had
no
glory
and
the
sacrifices
were
like
the
stockyards
at
Chicago
if
nothing
was
done
with
the
meat
except
to
bury
it
.
There
were
many
words
that
you
could
not
stand
to
hear
and
finally
only
the
names
of
places
had
dignity
.
Certain
numbers
were
the
same
way
and
certain
dates
and
these
with
the
names
of
the
places
were
all
you
could
say
and
have
them
mean
anything
.
Abstract
words
such
as
glory
,
honor
,
courage
,
or
hallow
were
obscene
beside
the
concrete
names
of
villages
,
the
numbers
of
roads
,
the
names
of
rivers
,
the
numbers
of
regiments
and
the
dates
.
Gino
was
a
patriot
,
so
he
said
things
that
separated
us
sometimes
,
but
he
was
also
a
fine
boy
and
I
understood
his
being
a
patriot
.
He
was
born
one
.
He
left
with
Peduzzi
in
the
car
to
go
back
to
Gorizia
.
It
stormed
all
that
day
.
The
wind
drove
down
the
rain
and
everywhere
there
was
standing
water
and
mud
.
The
plaster
of
the
broken
houses
was
gray
and
wet
.
Late
in
the
afternoon
the
rain
stopped
and
from
out
number
two
post
I
saw
the
bare
wet
autumn
country
with
clouds
over
the
tops
of
the
hills
and
the
straw
screening
over
the
roads
wet
and
dripping
.
The
sun
came
out
once
before
it
went
down
and
shone
on
the
bare
woods
beyond
the
ridge
.
There
were
many
Austrian
guns
in
the
woods
on
that
ridge
but
only
a
few
fired
.
I
watched
the
sudden
round
puffs
of
shrapnel
smoke
in
the
sky
above
a
broken
farmhouse
near
where
the
line
was
;
soft
puffs
with
a
yellow
white
flash
in
the
centre
.
You
saw
the
flash
,
then
heard
the
crack
,
then
saw
the
smoke
ball
distort
and
thin
in
the
wind
.
There
were
many
iron
shrapnel
balls
in
the
rubble
of
the
houses
and
on
the
road
beside
the
broken
house
where
the
post
was
,
but
they
did
not
shell
near
the
post
that
afternoon
.
We
loaded
two
cars
and
drove
down
the
road
that
was
screened
with
wet
mats
and
the
last
of
the
sun
came
through
in
the
breaks
between
the
strips
of
mattings
.
Before
we
were
out
on
the
clear
road
behind
the
hill
the
sun
was
down
.
We
went
on
down
the
clear
road
and
as
it
turned
a
corner
into
the
open
and
went
into
the
square
arched
tunnel
of
matting
the
rain
started
again
.
