第4部分(第7/7 頁)

had　been　driving　and　I　sat　in　the　car　and　the　driver　took　the　papers　in。　It　was　a　hot　day　and　the　sky　was　very　bright　and　blue　and　the　road　was　white　and　dusty。　I　sat　in　the　high　seat　of　the　Fiat　and　thought　about　nothing。　A　regiment　went　by　in　the　road　and　I　watched　them　pass。　The　men　were　hot　and　sweating。　Some　wore　their　steel　helmets　but　most　of　them　carried　them　slung　from　their　packs。　Most　of　the　helmets　were　too　big　and　came　down　almost　over　the　ears　of　the　men　who　wore　them。　The　officers　all　wore　helmets；　better…fitting　helmets。　It　was　half　of　the　brigata　Basilicata。　I　identified　them　by　their　red　and　white　striped　collar　mark。　There　were　stragglers　going　by　long　after　the　regiment　had　passed……men　who　could　not　keep　up　with　their　platoons。　They　were　sweaty；　dusty　and　tired。　Some　looked　pretty　bad。　A　soldier　came　along　after　the　last　of　the　stragglers。　He　was　walking　with　a　limp。　He　stopped　and　sat　down　beside　the　road。　I　got　down　and　went　over。

〃What's　the　matter？〃

He　looked　at　me；　then　stood　up。

〃I'm　going　on。〃

〃What's　the　trouble？〃

〃……　the　war。〃

〃What's　wrong　with　yo