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"
Yes
.
"
"
I
have
one
.
"
His
right
hand
left
the
wheel
and
opened
a
button
on
his
tunic
and
pulled
it
out
from
under
his
shirt
.
"
See
?
"
I
put
my
Saint
Anthony
back
in
the
capsule
,
spilled
the
thin
gold
chain
together
and
put
it
all
in
my
breast
pocket
.
"
You
don
’
t
wear
him
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
It
’
s
better
to
wear
him
.
That
’
s
what
it
’
s
for
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
.
I
undid
the
clasp
of
the
gold
chain
and
put
it
around
my
neck
and
clasped
it
.
The
saint
hung
down
on
the
outside
of
my
uniform
and
I
undid
the
throat
of
my
tunic
,
unbuttoned
the
shirt
collar
and
dropped
him
in
under
the
shirt
.
I
felt
him
in
his
metal
box
against
my
chest
while
we
drove
.
Then
I
forgot
about
him
.
After
I
was
wounded
I
never
found
him
.
Some
one
probably
got
it
at
one
of
the
dressing
stations
.
We
drove
fast
when
we
were
over
the
bridge
and
soon
we
saw
the
dust
of
the
other
cars
ahead
down
the
road
.
The
road
curved
and
we
saw
the
three
cars
looking
quite
small
,
the
dust
rising
from
the
wheels
and
going
off
through
the
trees
.
We
caught
them
and
passed
them
and
turned
off
on
a
road
that
climbed
up
into
the
hills
.
Driving
in
convoy
is
not
unpleasant
if
you
are
the
first
car
and
I
settled
back
in
the
seat
and
watched
the
country
.
We
were
in
the
foothills
on
the
near
side
of
the
river
and
as
the
road
mounted
there
were
the
high
mountains
off
to
the
north
with
snow
still
on
the
tops
.
I
looked
back
and
saw
the
three
cars
all
climbing
,
spaced
by
the
interval
of
their
dust
.
We
passed
a
long
column
of
loaded
mules
,
the
drivers
walking
along
beside
the
mules
wearing
red
fezzes
.
They
were
bersaglieri
.
Beyond
the
mule
train
the
road
was
empty
and
we
climbed
through
the
hills
and
then
went
down
over
the
shoulder
of
a
long
hill
into
a
river
-
valley
.
There
were
trees
along
both
sides
of
the
road
and
through
the
right
line
of
trees
I
saw
the
river
,
the
water
clear
,
fast
and
shallow
.
The
river
was
low
and
there
were
stretches
of
sand
and
pebbles
with
a
narrow
channel
of
water
and
sometimes
the
water
spread
like
a
sheen
over
the
pebbly
bed
.
Close
to
the
bank
I
saw
deep
pools
,
the
water
blue
like
the
sky
.
I
saw
arched
stone
bridges
over
the
river
where
tracks
turned
off
from
the
road
and
we
passed
stone
farmhouses
with
pear
trees
candelabraed
against
their
south
walls
and
low
stone
walls
in
the
fields
.
The
road
went
up
the
valley
a
long
way
and
then
we
turned
off
and
commenced
to
climb
into
the
hills
again
.
The
road
climbed
steeply
going
up
and
back
and
forth
through
chestnut
woods
to
level
finally
along
a
ridge
.
I
could
look
down
through
the
woods
and
see
,
far
below
,
with
the
sun
on
it
,
the
line
of
the
river
that
separated
the
two
armies
.
We
went
along
the
rough
new
military
road
that
followed
the
crest
of
the
ridge
and
I
looked
to
the
north
at
the
two
ranges
of
mountains
,
green
and
dark
to
the
snow
-
line
and
then
white
and
lovely
in
the
sun
.
Then
,
as
the
road
mounted
along
the
ridge
,
I
saw
a
third
range
of
mountains
,
higher
snow
mountains
,
that
looked
chalky
white
and
furrowed
,
with
strange
planes
,
and
then
there
were
mountains
far
off
beyond
all
these
that
you
could
hardly
tell
if
you
really
saw
.
Those
were
all
the
Austrians
’
mountains
and
we
had
nothing
like
them
.
Ahead
there
was
a
rounded
turn
-
off
in
the
road
to
the
right
and
looking
down
I
could
see
the
road
dropping
through
the
trees
.
There
were
troops
on
this
road
and
motor
trucks
and
mules
with
mountain
guns
and
as
we
went
down
,
keeping
to
the
side
,
I
could
see
the
river
far
down
below
,
the
line
of
ties
and
rails
running
along
it
,
the
old
bridge
where
the
railway
crossed
to
the
other
side
and
across
,
under
a
hill
beyond
the
river
,
the
broken
houses
of
the
little
town
that
was
to
be
taken
.
