In Love and War Page #5

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to make sure

they walk out of here

on both legs.

But just remember...

We're here to do a job.

We're here to do a job.

For god's sake,

be careful.

[Klaxon honks]

[Honk]

De long:
Villard in 15,

quindici.

Kenyon in 13, tredici.

[Whistlithe caissons

go rolling along]

De long:

Mr. McBride in 6

needs immediate attention.

We're short of doctors,

but I've telephoned already.

This is villard, Henry s.,

in 15?

Yes, miss de long.

Harry villard?

Hey, you Harvard

yard bastard,

how the hell

are you?

Mr. Hemingway, I will

not tolerate that kind

of language on my ward.

Harry:
if that's

Ernest Hemingway, ma'am,

bad language is the least

of your problems.

He's got chronic

diarrhea of the mouth.

Mr. villard!

What are you

in here for, Harry?

Well,

whatever it is,

these gals will have

you back in the pink

in no time.

Uh, maybe not.

At least yellow's

more becoming than

that cute--

de long:
Jaundice

is no laughing matter,

and if you

bother Mr. villard,

I'll have you moved.

We call her gumshoe.

I see you were hit.

Yeah.

Where were you?

On the piave. You?

I was at grappa.

Was it bad?

Bad.

Me, too.

Is there

a nurse Von kurowsky

still here?

Agnes?

I'll let you down

fast, old sport.

She's spoken for.

Oh, no.

I--i saw her first.

I drove her here.

For which we are

truly thankful.

Anyway, she needs

a real man.

Why is precisely why

she would never go

for a conceited windbag

like yourself.

Man:
no!

Please!

Don't! ohh!

Jesus, what

happened to him?

Hit by a phosphorous shell

handing out candy bars

at the piave canteen.

Man:
aah! Aah!

Jesus Christ!

Jimmy?

Man:
aah! Aah!

We were there

together.

De long:
Still!

Keep still, son!

Man:
aah!

What is it?

What is it?

De long:
We'll

leave the dressing

until we give you

something for the pain.

Burton:
what's

happening to him?

Jimmy,

it's Ernie.

Ernie.

You're gonna

be all right.

You understand?

I promise you.

You'll be fine.

[Jimmy whimpers]

Buona sera.

Per lei.

Grazie.

[Footsteps running past]

You really shouldn't

be in here, kid.

Ernie.

my name's Ernie.

Whatever you say...

Kid.

"To Dr. James Paxton,

bellevue hospital."

"Dr. James Paxton,

bellevue hospital."

And I don't suppose

it ever occurred to you

that those

might be personal?

Last night, a bunch

of us were talking

about why we came here.

And I said that I came

here because I was

looking for something.

Hmm.

I'm not sure

what it is...

But I know

I'll find it here.

Somewhere about

6 miles from here

in the trenches,

that's where it is.

It never occurred

to me until now

that it might

be possible

to come here looking to

get away from something.

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