In Love and War Page #2

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It's a peach.

Cosa credi che non sappia

come si dice pesca?

Questa...

Non e una pesca.

E' un fucile.

Capito? fucile.

Fucile.

Enrico:

he tell you "rifle."

Fucile.

Ah, si, fucile.

[Explosions outside]

The, uh, Austrians--

through there?

Enrico:
eh, si, si.

On the other side

of the Ridge.

[Making gun noises]

Grazie.

You, uh, arditi,

right?

Si, arditi.

We are the best.

Ardiis the best.

Salute. enrico,

voi restate qui?

Si, si. Andate.

Venite, ragazzi.

Andiamo! Siamo pronti.

What do

you fellas think about

while you're waiting?

I think of rosaries--

how many I have to say

if god let me live.

Roberto...

He think of women

all the time.

That's because

he's not had one yet.

No damas?

No, no uno?

No uno.

And you,

bambino americano?

Plenty.

Mucho damas.

Many women.

Enrico:
dice bugie, eh?

I think you tell lies.

[Loud explosion]

Enrico:
why you not

a soldier?

Tried my damnedest,

but they wouldn't

take me.

Enrico:
"damnedest"?

Uh, no possibile.

Not possible.

Why, too young?

Man:
ragazzi, siete pronti?

Abbiamo un minute al...

L'emetto.

No--no, i--i--i

lied about my age.

It's my left eye.

My left eye,

it's no good.

It, uh--too much boxing.

Uh, l'esercito

non se lo pigliava

perche a guercio

dall'occhio sinistro.

Meglio l'occhio sinistro

che il coglione sinistro.

[Men laughing]

Roberto say

better your left eye...

Than your left ball.

[Artillery shell

whistling]

Ah.

[Coughs]

Oh.

Aah.

[Coughing]

Oh, god.

Aah!

Aah.

Oh.

Roberto:
aiuto.

Roberto.

Roberto:
aiuto.

Roberto.

Roberto.

Oh, god.

[Grunting]

Aah.

Ok.

[Flares hiss]

[Machine gun fire]

Aah!

[Speaking Italian]

Uhh.

[Cloth ripping]

Uhh.

[Speaking Italian]

[Groaning]

Uhh!

Aah!

Uhh!

That say...

Does that say

I'm gonna live,

or does it say

I'm gonna die?

Bambino americano.

Roberto.

Si e buono.

Good.

Hey, I'm fine.

I'm fine. Help him.

He's never even

been with a woman.

Calma.

Damn it!

You bastards!

Don't let him die!

We go to him.

Is everybody here?

Yes, miss de long.

Apparently, it's not

a major emergency,

after all,

so we won't

need extra people on

the morning shift.

But we will have

several casualties

within the hour,

so you all know

the routine.

Come on downstairs.

All right.

You're with me.

[Klaxon honking]

[Honk]

Come on, come on.

Nurse:

take it easy.

Piano, piano.

De long:

We'll put him

in number 8. Otto.

And this one in

number 9, miss Rose.

Skip:
this last one

must be crazy.

Carried one of

the arditi wounded

right through

a bombardment.

Yes, ma'am?

In that case--

uh, miss Cavanaugh?

We'll put him at

the far end, where

it's quieter. In 17.

Yes, ma'am.

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