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"
So
long
,
"
I
said
.
We
went
on
and
passed
the
regiment
about
a
mile
ahead
,
then
crossed
the
river
,
cloudy
with
snow
-
water
and
running
fast
through
the
spiles
of
the
bridge
,
to
ride
along
the
road
across
the
plain
and
deliver
the
wounded
at
the
two
hospitals
.
I
drove
coming
back
and
went
fast
with
the
empty
car
to
find
the
man
from
Pittsburgh
.
First
we
passed
the
regiment
,
hotter
and
slower
than
ever
:
then
the
stragglers
.
Then
we
saw
a
horse
ambulance
stopped
by
the
road
.
Two
men
were
lifting
the
hernia
man
to
put
him
in
.
They
had
come
back
for
him
.
He
shook
his
head
at
me
.
His
helmet
was
off
and
his
forehead
was
bleeding
below
the
hair
line
.
His
nose
was
skinned
and
there
was
dust
on
the
bloody
patch
and
dust
in
his
hair
.
"
Look
at
the
bump
,
lieutenant
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Nothing
to
do
.
They
come
back
for
me
.
"
When
I
got
back
to
the
villa
it
was
five
o
’
clock
and
I
went
out
where
we
washed
the
cars
,
to
take
a
shower
.
Then
I
made
out
my
report
in
my
room
,
sitting
in
my
trousers
and
an
undershirt
in
front
of
the
open
window
.
In
two
days
the
offensive
was
to
start
and
I
would
go
with
the
cars
to
Plava
.
It
was
a
long
time
since
I
had
written
to
the
States
and
I
knew
I
should
write
but
I
had
let
it
go
so
long
that
it
was
almost
impossible
to
write
now
.
There
was
nothing
to
write
about
.
I
sent
a
couple
of
army
Zona
di
Guerra
post
-
cards
,
crossing
out
everything
except
,
I
am
well
.
That
should
handle
them
.
Those
post
-
cards
would
be
very
fine
in
America
;
strange
and
mysterious
.
This
was
a
strange
and
mysterious
war
zone
but
I
supposed
it
was
quite
well
run
and
grim
compared
to
other
wars
with
the
Austrians
.
The
Austrian
army
was
created
to
give
Napoleon
victories
;
any
Napoleon
.
I
wished
we
had
a
Napoleon
,
but
instead
we
had
Il
Generale
Cadorna
,
fat
and
prosperous
and
Vittorio
Emmanuele
,
the
tiny
man
with
the
long
thin
neck
and
the
goat
beard
.
Over
on
the
right
they
had
the
Duke
of
Aosta
.
Maybe
he
was
too
good
-
looking
to
be
a
great
general
but
he
looked
like
a
man
.
Lots
of
them
would
have
liked
him
to
be
king
.
He
looked
like
a
king
.
He
was
the
King
’
s
uncle
and
commanded
the
third
army
.
We
were
in
the
second
army
.
There
were
some
British
batteries
up
with
the
third
army
.
I
had
met
two
gunners
from
that
lot
,
in
Milan
.
They
were
very
nice
and
we
had
a
big
evening
.
They
were
big
and
shy
and
embarrassed
and
very
appreciative
together
of
anything
that
happened
.
I
wish
that
I
was
with
the
British
.
It
would
have
been
much
simpler
.
Still
I
would
probably
have
been
killed
.
Not
in
this
ambulance
business
.
Yes
,
even
in
the
ambulance
business
.
British
ambulance
drivers
were
killed
sometimes
.
Well
,
I
knew
I
would
not
be
killed
.
Not
in
this
war
.
It
did
not
have
anything
to
do
with
me
.
It
seemed
no
more
dangerous
to
me
myself
than
war
in
the
movies
.
I
wished
to
God
it
was
over
though
.
Maybe
it
would
finish
this
summer
.
Maybe
the
Austrians
would
crack
.
They
had
always
cracked
in
other
wars
.
What
was
the
matter
with
this
war
?
Everybody
said
the
French
were
through
.
Rinaldi
said
that
the
French
had
mutinied
and
troops
marched
on
Paris
.
I
asked
him
what
happened
and
he
said
,
"
Oh
,
they
stopped
them
.
"
I
wanted
to
go
to
Austria
without
war
.
I
wanted
to
go
to
the
Black
Forest
.
I
wanted
to
go
to
the
Hartz
Mountains
.
Where
were
the
Hartz
Mountains
anyway
?
They
were
fighting
in
the
Carpathians
.
I
did
not
want
to
go
there
anyway
.
It
might
be
good
though
.
I
could
go
to
Spain
if
there
was
no
war
.
The
sun
was
going
down
and
the
day
was
cooling
off
.
After
supper
I
would
go
and
see
Catherine
Barkley
.
I
wish
she
were
here
now
.
I
wished
I
were
in
Milan
with
her
.
I
would
like
to
eat
at
the
Cova
and
then
walk
down
the
Via
Manzoni
in
the
hot
evening
and
cross
over
and
turn
off
along
the
canal
and
go
to
the
hotel
with
Catherine
Barkley
.
Maybe
she
would
.
Maybe
she
would
pretend
that
I
was
her
boy
that
was
killed
and
we
would
go
in
the
front
door
and
the
porter
would
take
off
his
cap
and
I
would
stop
at
the
concierge
’
s
desk
and
ask
for
the
key
and
she
would
stand
by
the
elevator
and
then
we
would
get
in
the
elevator
and
it
would
go
up
very
slowly
clicking
at
all
the
floors
and
then
our
floor
and
the
boy
would
open
the
door
and
stand
there
and
she
would
step
out
and
I
would
step
out
and
we
would
walk
down
the
hall
and
I
would
put
the
key
in
the
door
and
open
it
and
go
in
and
then
take
down
the
telephone
and
ask
them
to
send
a
bottle
of
capri
bianca
in
a
silver
bucket
full
of
ice
and
you
would
hear
the
ice
against
the
pail
coming
down
the
coridor
and
the
boy
would
knock
and
I
would
say
leave
it
outside
the
door
please
.
Because
we
would
not
wear
any
clothes
because
it
was
so
hot
and
the
window
open
and
the
swallows
flying
over
the
roofs
of
the
houses
and
when
it
was
dark
afterward
and
you
went
to
the
window
very
small
bats
hunting
over
the
houses
and
close
down
over
the
trees
and
we
would
drink
the
capri
and
the
door
locked
and
it
hot
and
only
a
sheet
and
the
whole
night
and
we
would
both
love
each
other
all
night
in
the
hot
night
in
Milan
.
That
was
how
it
ought
to
be
.
I
would
eat
quickly
and
go
and
see
Catherine
Barkley
.
They
talked
too
much
at
the
mess
and
I
drank
wine
because
tonight
we
were
not
all
brothers
unless
I
drank
a
little
and
talked
with
the
priest
about
Archbishop
Ireland
who
was
,
it
seemed
,
a
noble
man
and
with
whose
injustice
,
the
injustices
he
had
received
and
in
which
I
participated
as
an
American
,
and
of
which
I
had
never
heard
,
I
feigned
acquaintance
.
It
would
have
been
impolite
not
to
have
known
something
of
them
when
I
had
listened
to
such
a
splendid
explanation
of
their
causes
which
were
,
after
all
,
it
seemed
,
misunderstandings
.
I
thought
he
had
a
fine
name
and
he
came
from
Minnesota
which
made
a
lovely
name
:
Ireland
of
Minnesota
,
Ireland
of
Wisconsin
,
Ireland
of
Michigan
.
What
made
it
pretty
was
that
it
sounded
like
Island
.
No
that
wasn
’
t
it
.
There
was
more
to
it
than
that
.
Yes
,
father
.
That
is
true
,
father
.
Perhaps
,
father
.
No
,
father
.
Well
,
maybe
yes
,
father
.
You
know
more
about
it
than
I
do
,
father
.
The
priest
was
good
but
dull
.
The
officers
were
not
good
but
dull
.
The
King
was
good
but
dull
.
The
wine
was
bad
but
not
dull
.
It
took
the
enamel
off
your
teeth
and
left
it
on
the
roof
of
your
mouth
.
"
And
the
priest
was
locked
up
,
"
Rocca
said
,
"
because
they
found
the
three
per
cent
bonds
on
his
person
.
It
was
in
France
of
course
.
Here
they
would
never
have
arrested
him
.
He
denied
all
knowledge
of
the
five
per
cent
bonds
.
This
took
place
at
Béziers
.
I
was
there
and
reading
of
it
in
the
paper
,
went
to
the
jail
and
asked
to
see
the
priest
.
It
was
quite
evident
he
had
stolen
the
bonds
.
"
