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I
came
back
the
next
afternoon
from
our
first
mountain
post
and
stopped
the
car
at
the
smistimento
where
the
wounded
and
sick
were
sorted
by
their
papers
and
the
papers
marked
for
the
different
hospitals
.
I
had
been
driving
and
I
sat
in
the
car
and
the
driver
took
the
papers
in
.
It
was
a
hot
day
and
the
sky
was
very
bright
and
blue
and
the
road
was
white
and
dusty
.
I
sat
in
the
high
seat
of
the
Fiat
and
thought
about
nothing
.
A
regiment
went
by
in
the
road
and
I
watched
them
pass
.
The
men
were
hot
and
sweating
.
Some
wore
their
steel
helmets
but
most
of
them
carried
them
slung
from
their
packs
.
Most
of
the
helmets
were
too
big
and
came
down
almost
over
the
ears
of
the
men
who
wore
them
.
The
officers
all
wore
helmets
;
better
-
fitting
helmets
.
It
was
half
of
the
brigata
Basilicata
.
I
identified
them
by
their
red
and
white
striped
collar
mark
.
There
were
stragglers
going
by
long
after
the
regiment
had
passed
—
men
who
could
not
keep
up
with
their
platoons
.
They
were
sweaty
,
dusty
and
tired
.
Some
looked
pretty
bad
.
A
soldier
came
along
after
the
last
of
the
stragglers
.
He
was
walking
with
a
limp
.
He
stopped
and
sat
down
beside
the
road
.
I
got
down
and
went
over
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
He
looked
at
me
,
then
stood
up
.
"
I
’
m
going
on
.
"
"
What
’
s
the
trouble
?
"
"
—
—
the
war
.
"
"
What
’
s
wrong
with
your
leg
?
"
"
It
’
s
not
my
leg
.
I
got
a
rupture
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
ride
with
the
transport
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
go
to
the
hospital
?
"
"
They
won
’
t
let
me
.
The
lieutenant
said
I
slipped
the
truss
on
purpose
.
"
