第8部分(第2/7 頁)

e　wasn't　any。　How　are　you；　Tenente？〃

〃Where　is　Gordini　and　Gavuzzi？〃

〃Gordini's　at　the　post　getting　bandaged。　Gavuzzi　has　your　legs。　Hold　on　to　my　neck；　Tenente。　Are　you　badly　hit？〃

〃In　the　leg。　How　is　Gordini？〃

〃He's　all　right。　It　was　a　big　trench　mortar　shell。〃

〃Passini's　dead。〃

〃Yes。　He's　dead。〃

A　shell　fell　close　and　they　both　dropped　to　the　ground　and　dropped　me。　〃I'm　sorry；　Tenente；〃　said　Manera。　〃Hang　onto　my　neck。〃

〃If　you　drop　me　again。〃

〃It　was　because　we　were　scared。〃

〃Are　you　unwounded？〃

〃We　are　both　wounded　a　little。〃

〃Can　Gordini　drive？〃

〃I　don't　think　so。〃

They　dropped　me　once　more　before　we　reached　the　post。

〃You　sons　of　bitches；〃　I　said。

〃I　am　sorry；　Tenente；〃　Manera　said。　〃We　won't　drop　you　again。〃

Outside　the　post　a　great　many　of　us　lay　on　the　ground　in　the　dark。　They　carried　wounded　in　and　brought　them　out。　I　could　see　the　light　e　out　from　the　dressing　station　when　the　curtain　opened　and　they　brought　some　one　in　or　out。　The　dead　were　off　to　one　side。　The　doctors　were　working　with　their　sleeves　up　to　their　shoulders　and　were　red　as　butchers。　There　were　not　enough　stretchers。　Some　of　the　wounded　were　noisy　but　most　were　quiet。　The　wind　blew　the　leaves　in　the　bower　over　the　door　of　the　dressing　station　and　the　night　was　getting　cold。　Stretcher…bearers　came　in　all　the　time；　put　their　stretchers　down；　unloaded　them　and　went　away。　As　soon　as　I　got　to　the　dressing　station　Manera　brought　a　medical　sergeant　out　and　he　put　bandages　on　both　my　legs。　He　said　there　was　so　much　dirt　blown　into　the　wound　that　there　had　not　been　much　hemorrhage。　They　would　take　me　as　soon　as　possible。　He　went　back　inside。　Gordini　could　not　drive；　Manera　said。　His　sh