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open；　the　light　came　out　and　he　went　in。

〃He　will　look　after　you；　Tenente；〃　Gordini　said。

〃How　are　you；　Franco？〃

〃I　am　all　right。〃　He　sat　down　beside　me。　In　a　moment　the　blanket　in　front　of　the　dressing　station　opened　and　two　stretcherbearers　came　out　followed　by　the　tall　Englishman。　He　brought　them　over　to　me。

〃Here　is　the　American　Tenente；〃　he　said　in　Italian。

〃I'd　rather　wait；〃　I　said。　〃There　are　much　worse　wounded　than　me。　I'm　all　right。〃

〃e；　e；〃　he　said。　〃Don't　be　a　bloody　hero。〃　Then　in　Italian：　〃Lift　him　very　carefully　about　the　legs。　His　legs　are　very　painful。　He　is　the　legitimate　son　of　President　Wilson。〃　They　picked　me　up　and　took　me　into　the　dressing　room。　Inside　they　were　operating　on　all　the　tables。　The　little　major　looked　at　us　furious。　He　recognized　me　and　waved　a　forceps。

〃Ca　va　bien？〃

〃Ca　va。〃

〃I　have　brought　him　in；〃　the　tall　Englishman　said　in　Italian。　〃The　only　son　of　the　American　Ambassador。　He　can　be　here　until　you　are　ready　to　take　him。　Then　I　will　take　him　with　my　first　load。〃　He　bent　over　me。　〃I'll　look　up　their　adjutant　to　do　your　papers　and　it　will　all　go　much　faster。〃　He　stooped　to　go　under　the　doorway　and　went　out。　The　major　was　unhooking　the　forceps　now；　dropping　them　in　a　basin。　I　followed　his　hands　with　my　eyes。　Now　he　was　bandaging。　Then　the　stretcher…bearers　took　the　man　off　the　table。

〃I'll　take　the　American　Tenente；〃　one　of　the　captains　said。　They　lifted　me　onto　the　table。　It　was　hard　and　slippery。　There　were　many　strong　smells；　chemical　smells　and　the　sweet　smell　of　blood。　They　took　off　my　trousers　and　the　medical　captain　menced　dictating　to　the　sergeant…adjutant　while　he　worked；　〃Multiple　superficial　wounds　of　the　left　and　right　thigh　and　left　and　right　knee　and　r