In Love and War Page #4

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kindergarten?

My mother told me

never ask a lady

about her age

or her teeth.

Mmm. 26, and they're

all mine.

What's going on?

I'm going to irrigate

the wound again.

Relax. relax.

Mmm!

Gangrene?

Now, how do you know

about gangrene?

My old man's a doctor.

And after the war, you're

going to medical school.

Not a chance.

I'm a reporter.

A reporter?

How old are you?

Kid, I hope you're

a better reporter

than you are a liar.

Relax.

Am I going

to lose my leg?

I'm asking you,

please.

I'm really not permitted

to talk about your condition.

You...you'll have to

speak with the surgeon.

Surgeon?

If I'm going

to end up being

less than

all of me...

I'd rather be dead.

Kid, I'm going

to do everything I can

to help you keep your leg.

But you're going

to have to work with me.

I'm going to keep on

washing out this wound

with daken's acid

every hour

on the hour.

You'll be up and

dancing in no time.

I'm not a very

good dancer.

Big feet

and no rhythm.

[Chuckles]

Well, I am.

I love to dance.

I'll teach you

and get you good and ready

for the girls back home.

[Liquid squirting]

Uno, due, tre.

Ernest:
Rosie?

Don't put me under yet.

Where's Agnes?

She's right here.

Jesus, I'm scared.

You and me, partner.

Good morning,

young man.

Morning, doc.

You gotta promise

me one thing.

Save the bullet

for me.

Yes, of course.

[Gas hissing]

Agnes:
breathe deeply.

Hmm.

Well...

I do not smell the odor

you spoke about yesterday,

but it would...Still be

safest to amputate now.

I'm sorry.

Being safe is not

important to him,

doctor.

He wants to

keep his leg.

Ahem.

Jill, the larger

sponges, please.

Thank you.

As I'm sure you know,

second operations

are a great luxury

in time of war.

Yes, of course.

But one could say,

what is life without

its little luxuries?

Refractor

and long forceps.

Holy cow,

he's good-looking.

Yeah...

But young.

I meant

Dr. caracciolo.

Caracciolo:

miss Von kurowsky?

Perhaps one day

you will permit me

to show you

something of

our countryside...

When you will

be off duty.

I think I hate you.

Mmm.

Everything is fine.

You're going

to keep your leg.

Sleep.

I don't want to dance

with the girls back home.

Bed 8's

an interesting case.

Thought yesterday

there might be some

peripheral vision

in the left eye.

It's still early,

of course.

[Sighs]

Are they always just

cases to you, Mac?

It's the only way

to cope.

You should know that

as well as I do.

Well, I do know it with

one part of my brain,

but sometimes...

Sometimes

they get to you.

Especially when they're

good-looking boys with

the charm of the devil,

and you've broken

all the rules

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