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here。　I　knew；　however；　that　there　had　been　three　others。　There　were　four　drivers。　Passini　was　dead。　That　left　three。　Some　one　took　hold　of　me　under　the　arms　and　somebody　else　lifted　my　legs。

〃There　are　three　others；〃　I　said。　〃One　is　dead。〃

〃It's　Manera。　We　went　for　a　stretcher　but　there　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。　Ther