"I would like to go with you and show you things," the lieutenant said.
"When you come back bring a phonograph."
"Bring good opera disks."
"Bring Caruso."
"Don't bring Caruso.
He bellows."
"Don't you wish you could bellow like him?"
"He bellows.
I say he bellows!"
"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.
3
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.
Jt 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.
"You're dirty," he said. "You ought to wash.
Where did you go and what did you do?
Tell me everything at once."
"I went everywhere. Milan, Florence, Rome, Naples, Villa San Giovanni, Messina, Taormina--"
"You talk like a time-table. Did you have any beautiful adventures?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"Milano, Firenze, Roma, Napoli--"
"That's enough.
Tell me really what was the best."