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"
I
would
like
you
to
go
to
Abruzzi
,
"
the
priest
said
.
The
others
were
shouting
.
"
There
is
good
hunting
.
You
would
like
the
people
and
though
it
is
cold
it
is
clear
and
dry
.
You
could
stay
with
my
family
.
My
father
is
a
famous
hunter
.
"
"
Come
on
,
"
said
the
captain
.
"
We
go
whorehouse
before
it
shuts
.
"
"
Good
-
night
,
"
I
said
to
the
priest
.
"
Good
-
night
,
"
he
said
.
When
I
came
back
to
the
front
we
still
lived
in
that
town
.
There
were
many
more
guns
in
the
country
around
and
the
spring
had
come
.
The
fields
were
green
and
there
were
small
green
shoots
on
the
vines
,
the
trees
along
the
road
had
small
leaves
and
a
breeze
came
from
the
sea
.
I
saw
the
town
with
the
hill
and
the
old
castle
above
it
in
a
cup
in
the
hills
with
the
mountains
beyond
,
brown
mountains
with
a
little
green
on
their
slopes
.
In
the
town
there
were
more
guns
,
there
were
some
new
hospitals
,
you
met
British
men
and
sometimes
women
,
on
the
street
,
and
a
few
more
houses
had
been
hit
by
shell
fire
.
It
was
warm
and
like
the
spring
and
I
walked
down
the
alleyway
of
trees
,
warmed
from
the
sun
on
the
wall
,
and
found
we
still
lived
in
the
same
house
and
that
it
all
looked
the
same
as
when
I
had
left
it
.
The
door
was
open
,
there
was
a
soldier
sitting
on
a
bench
outside
in
the
sun
,
an
ambulance
was
waiting
by
the
side
door
and
inside
the
door
,
as
I
went
in
,
there
was
the
smell
of
marble
floors
and
hospital
.
It
was
all
as
I
had
left
it
except
that
now
it
was
spring
.
I
looked
in
the
door
of
the
big
room
and
saw
the
major
sitting
at
his
desk
,
the
window
open
and
the
sunlight
coming
into
the
room
.
He
did
not
see
me
and
I
did
not
know
whether
to
go
in
and
report
or
go
upstairs
first
and
clean
up
.
I
decided
to
go
on
upstairs
.
The
room
I
shared
with
the
lieutenant
Rinaldi
looked
out
on
the
courtyard
.
The
window
was
open
,
my
bed
was
made
up
with
blankets
and
my
things
hung
on
the
wall
,
the
gas
mask
in
an
oblong
tin
can
,
the
steel
helmet
on
the
same
peg
.
At
the
foot
of
the
bed
was
my
flat
trunk
,
and
my
winter
boots
,
the
leather
shiny
with
oil
,
were
on
the
trunk
.
My
Austrian
sniper
’
s
rifle
with
its
blued
octagon
barrel
and
the
lovely
dark
walnut
,
cheek
-
fitted
,
schutzen
stock
,
hung
over
the
two
beds
.
The
telescope
that
fitted
it
was
,
I
remembered
,
locked
in
the
trunk
.
The
lieutenant
,
Rinaldi
,
lay
asleep
on
the
other
bed
.
He
woke
when
he
heard
me
in
the
room
and
sat
up
.
"
Ciaou
!
"
he
said
.
"
What
kind
of
time
did
you
have
?
"
"
Magnificent
.
"
We
shook
hands
and
he
put
his
arm
around
my
neck
and
kissed
me
.
"
Oughf
,
"
I
said
.
