The greatest American novel to emerge from World War I, _A Farewell to Arms_ cemented Ernest Hemingways reputation as one of the most important novelists of the twentieth century. Drawn largely from Hemingways own experiences, it is the story of a volunteer ambulance driver wounded on the Italian front, the beautiful British nurse with whom he falls in love, and their journey to find some small sanctuary in a world gone mad with war. By turns beautiful and tragic, tender and harshly realistic, _A Farewell to Arms_ is one of the supreme literary achievements of our time.
AFarewellToArms byErnestHemingway Flyleaf: ThegreatestAmericannoveltoemerge fromWorldWarI,_AFarewelltoArms_ cementedErnestHemingway'sreputationasoneofthemostimportantnovelistsofthe twentiethcentur y.Drawnlargelyfrom Hemingway'sownexperiences,itisthestoryofa volunteerambulancedriverwoundedontheItalianfront,thebeautifulBritishnursewith whomhefal lsinlove,andtheirjourneytofindsomesmallsanctuaryinaworldgonemad withwar.Byturnsbeautifulandtragic,tenderandharshlyrealistic,_AFarewellto Arms_ isoneofthesupremeliteraryachievemen tsofourtime. Copyright1929 byCharlesScribner'sSons Copyrightrenewed1957byErnestHemingway SCRIBNER 1230AvenueoftheAmericas NewYork,NY10020 Thisbookisaworkoffiction.Names,characters,places, andincidentseitherareproductsoftheauthor'simaginationorar e usedfictitiously.Anyresemblancetoactualeventsorlocalesorpersons, livingordead,isentirelycoincidental. Allrightsreservedincludingtherightofreproductioninwholeorinpartinanyform. ISBN0684837889 AFAREWELLTOARMS BOOKONE 1 Inthelatesummerofthatyearwelivedinahouseinavillagethatlookedacross theriverandtheplaintothemountains.Inthebedoftherivertherewerepebblesand boulders,dryandwhiteinthesun,and thewaterwasclearandswiftlymovingandbluein thechannels.Troopswentbythehouseanddowntheroadandthedusttheyraised powderedthel eavesofthetrees.Thetrunksofthetreestooweredustyandtheleaves fellearlythatyearandwesawthetroopsmarchingalongtheroadandthedustrisingand leaves,stirredbythebreeze,fallingandthesoldiersmarching andafterwardtheroad bareandwhiteexceptfortheleaves. Thepl ainwasrichwithcrops;thereweremanyor chardsoffruittreesandbeyond theplainthemountainswerebrownandbare.Therewasfightinginthemountainsa ndat nightwecouldseetheflashesfromtheartillery.Inthedarkitwaslikesummerlightning, butthenightswerecoolandtherewasnotthefeelingofastormcoming. Sometimesinthedarkweheardthetr oopsmarchingunderthewindowandguns goingpastpulledbymotortractors.Therewasmuchtrafficatnightandmanymuleson theroadswithb oxesofammunitiononeachsideoftheirpacksaddlesandgraymotor trucksth atcarriedmen,andothertruckswi thloadscoveredwithcanvasthatmoved slowerinthetraffic.Therewerebiggunstootha tpassedinthedaydrawnbytractors,the longbarrelsofthegunscoveredwithgreenbranchesandgreenleafybranchesandvines laidoverthetractors.Tothenorthwecouldlookacrossavalleyandseeaforestof chestnuttreesandbehinditanothermountainonthissideoftheriver.Therewasfighting forth atmount aintoo,butitwasnotsuccessful,andinthefallwhentherainscamethe leavesallfellfromthechestnuttreesandthebrancheswerebareandthetrunksblack withrain.Thevineyardswerethinandbarebranchedtooandallthecountrywetand brownandde adwiththeautumn.Thereweremistsovertheriverandcloudsonthe mountain andthetruckssplashedmudontheroadandthetroopsweremud dyandwetin theircapes;theirrifleswerewetandundertheircapesthetwoleathercartridgeboxeson thefr ontofthebelts,grayleatherboxesheavywiththepacksofclipsofthin,long6.5mm. cartridges,bulgedforwardunderthecapessothatthemen,passingontheroad,marched asthoughtheyweresixmonthsgonewithchild. Thereweresmallgraymotorcarsthat passedgoingveryfast;usuallytherewasan officerontheseatwiththedriverandmoreofficersinthebackseat.Theysplashedmore mudthanthecamionsevenandifoneoftheofficersinthebackwasverysmallan d sittingbetweentwogener als,hehimselfsosmallth atyoucouldnotseehisfacebutonly thetopofhiscapandhisnarrowback,andifthecarwentespeciallyfastitwasprobably theKing.HelivedinUdineandcameoutinthiswaynearlyeverydaytoseehowthings weregoing,andthingswentverybadly. Atthestartofthewintercamethepermanentrainandwiththeraincamethe cholera.Butitwascheckedandintheendonlyseventhousanddiedofitinthearmy. 2 Thenextyearthereweremanyvictories.Themountainthatwasbeyondthevalley andthehillsidewherethechestnutforestgrewwascapturedandtherewerevictories beyondtheplainontheplateautothesouthandwecrossedtheriverinAugustandli ved inahouseinGoriziathathadafountainandmanythickshadytreesinawalledgarden andawistariavinepurpleonthesideofthehouse.Nowthefighting wasinthenext mountains beyondandwasnotamileaway.Thetownwasveryniceandourhousewas veryfine .The riverranbehindusandthetownhadbeencapturedveryhandsomelybut themountainsbeyonditcouldnotbetakenandIwasverygladtheAustriansseemedto wanttocomebacktothetownsometime,ifthewarshoulde nd,becausetheydidnot bombardittodestroyitbutonlyalittleinamili taryway.Peoplelivedoninitandthere werehospitalsandcafésandartilleryupsidestreetsandtwobawdyhouses,onefor troopsandoneforofficers,andwiththeendofthesummer,thecoolnights,thefightingin themountainsbeyondthetown,theshellmarkedironoftherailwaybridge,thesmashed tunnelbytheriverwherethefightinghadbeen,thetreesaroundthesquareandthelong avenueoftreesthatledtothesquare;thesewiththerebeinggirlsinthetown,theKing passinginhismot orcar,sometimesnowseeinghisfaceandlittlelongneckedbodyand grayb eardlikeagoat'schintuft;allthesewiththesuddeninteriorsofhousesthathadlost awallthroughshelling,withplasteran drub bleintheirgardensandsometimesinthe street,andthewholethinggoingwellontheCarsomadethefallverydifferentfromthe lastfallwhenwehadbeeninthecountry.Thewarwaschangedtoo. Theforestofoaktreesonthemountainbeyondthetownwasgone.Theforesthad beengreeninthesummerwhenwehadcomeintothetownbutnowtherewerethe stumpsandthebrokentrunksandthegroundtornup,andonedayattheendofthefall whenIwasoutwheretheoakforesthadbeenIsawacloudcomingoverthemountain.It cameveryfastandthesunwentadullyellowandtheneverythingwasgrayandthesky wascoveredandthecloudcameondownthemountainandsuddenlywewereinitandit wassnow.Thesnowslantedacrossthewind,thebaregroundwascovered,thestumps oftreesprojected,therewassnowonthegunsandtherewerepathsinthesnowgoing backtothelatrinesbehindtrenches. Later ,belowinthetown,Iwatchedthesnowfalling,lookingoutofthewindowof thebawdyhouse,thehouseforofficers,whereIsatwithafriendandtwoglassesdrinking abottleofAsti,and,lookingoutatthesnowfallingslowlyandheavily,weknewitwasall overforthatyear.Uptheriverthemountainshadnotbeentaken;noneo fthemountains beyondtheriverhadbeentaken.Thatwasallleftfornextyear.Myfriendsawthepriest fromourmessgoingbyinthestreet,walkingcarefullyintheslush,andpoundedonthe windowtoattracthisattention.Thepriestlookedup.Hesawusandsmiled.Myfriend motionedforhimtocomein.Thepriestshookhisheadandwenton.Thatnightinthe messafterthespaghetticourse,whicheveryoneateveryquicklyandseriously,liftingthe spaghettiontheforkuntiltheloosestrandshungclearthenloweringitintothemouth,or elseusingacontinuousliftandsuckingintothemouth,helpingourselvestowinefromthe grasscoveredgallonflask;itswun ginametalcradleandyoupulledtheneckoftheflask downwiththeforefingerandthewine,clearred,tan nicandlovely,pouredoutintothe glassheldwiththesameh and;afterthiscourse,thecaptaincommencedpickingonthe priest. Thepriestwasyoungandblushedeasilyandworeauniformliketherestofusbut withacrossindarkredvelvetabovetheleftbreastpocketofhisgraytunic.Thecaptain spokepidginItalianformydoubtfulbenefit,inorderthatImightunderstandperfectly,that nothingshouldbelost. "Priesttodaywithgirls,"thecaptainsaidlookingatthepriestandatme.Thepriest smiledandblushedandshookhishead.Thiscaptainbaitedhimof ten. "Nottrue?"askedthecaptain."TodayIseepriestwithgirls." "No,"saidthepriest.Theotherofficerswereamusedatthebaiting. "Priestnotwithgirls,"wentonthecaptain."Priestneverwithgirls,"heexplainedto me.Hetookmyglassandfilledit,lookingatmyeyesallthetime,butnotlosingsightof thepri est. "Priesteverynightfiveagainstone."Everyoneatthetablelaughed."You understand?Priesteverynightfiveagainstone."Hemadeagestureandlaughedloudly. Thepriestaccepteditasajoke. "ThePopewantstheAustrianstowinthewar,"themajorsaid."HelovesFranz Joseph.That'swhere themoneycomesfrom.Iamanatheist." "Di dyoueverreadthe'BlackPig'?"askedtheli eutenant."Iwillgetyouacopy.It wasthatwhichshookmyfaith." "Itisafilthyandvilebook,"saidthepriest." Youdonotreallylikeit." "Itisveryvaluable,"saidthelieutenant."Ittellsyouaboutthosepriests.Youwill likeit,"he saidtome.Ismiledatthepriestandhesmil edbackacrossthecandlelight. "Don'tyour eadit," hesaid. "Iwill getitforyou, "saidthelieuten ant. "Allthinkingmenareatheists,"themajorsaid."IdonotbelieveintheFreeMasons however." "Ibelieve intheFreeMasons,"thelieutenantsaid."Itisanobleorganization." SomeonecameinandasthedooropenedIcouldseethesnowfalling. "Therewillbenomoreoffensivenowthatthesnowhascome,"Isaid. "Certainlynot,"saidthemajor."Youshouldgoonleave.You shouldgotoRome, Naples,Sicily" "HeshouldvisitAmalfi,"saidthelieutenant."Iwillwriteyoucardstomyfamilyin Amalfi.Theywillloveyoulikeason." "Heshouldgoto Palermo." "HeoughttogotoCapri." "Iwouldlike youtoseeAbruzziandvisitmyfamilyatCapracotta,"saidthepriest. "ListentohimtalkabouttheAbruzzi.There'smoresnowtherethanhere.He doesn'twanttoseepeasants.Lethimgotocentresofcultureandcivilization." "Heshouldhavefinegirls.IwillgiveyoutheaddressesofplacesinNaples. Beautifulyounggirlsaccompaniedbytheirmothers.Ha!Ha!Ha!"Thecaptainspreadhis handopen,thethumbupandfingersoutspreadaswhenyoumakeshadowpictures. Therewasashadowfromhishandonthewall.HespokeagaininpidginItalian."Yougo awaylikethis,"hepointedtothethumb,"andcomebacklikethis,"hetouchedthelittle finger.Everyonelaughed. "Look,"saidthecaptain.Hespreadthehandagain.Againthecandlelightmadeits shadowsonthewall.Hestartedwiththeuprightthumbandnamedintheirorderthe thumbandfourfingers,"sototenente(thethumb),tenente(firstfinger),capitano(next finger),maggiore(nexttothelittlefinger),andte nentecolonello(thelittlefinger).Yougo awaysototenente!Youcomeb acksotocolonello!"Theyalllaughed.Thecaptainwas havingagreatsuccesswithfingergames.Helookedatthepriestandshouted,"Every nightpriestfiveagainstone!"Theyalllaughedagain. "Youmustgoonleaveatonce,"themajorsaid. "Iwouldlike togowithyouandshowyouthings,"thelieutenantsaid. "W henyoucomeba ckbringaphonograph." "Bringgoodoperadisks." "BringCaruso." "Don'tbring Caruso.Hebellows." "Don'tyouwishyoucouldbellowlikehim?" "Hebellows.Isayhebellows!" "Iwouldlike youtogotoAbruzzi,"thepriestsaid.Theotherswereshouting ."There isgoodhunting.Youwouldlikethepeopleandthoughitiscolditisclearanddry.You couldstaywithmyfamily.Myfatherisafamoushunter." "Comeon,"saidthecaptain."Wegowhorehousebeforeitshuts." "Goodnight,"Isaidtothepriest. "Goodnight,"hesaid. 3 WhenIcamebacktothefrontwestilllivedinthattown.Thereweremanymore gunsinthecountryaroundandthespringhadcome.The fieldsweregreenandthere weresmallgreenshootsonthevines,thetreesalongtheroadhadsmallleavesanda breezecamefromthesea.Isawthetownwiththe hillandtheoldcastleaboveitinacup inthehillswiththemountainsbeyond,brownmountainswithalittlegreenontheirslopes. Inthetownthereweremoreguns,therewer esomenewhospitals,youmetBritishmen andsometimeswomen,onthestreet,andafewmorehouseshadbeenhitbyshellfire.Jt waswarmandliketh espringandIwalkeddownthealleywayoftrees,warmedfromth e sunonthewall,andfoundwestilllivedinthesamehouseandthatitalllookedthesame aswhenIhadleftit.Thedoorwasopen,therewasasoldiersittingonabenchoutsidein thesun,anambulancewaswaitingbythesidedoorandinsidethedoor,asIwentin, therewasthesmellofmarblefloorsandhospital .ItwasallasIhadleftitexceptthatnow itwasspring.Ilookedinthedoorofthebigroomandsawthemajorsittingathisdesk,the windowopenandthesunlightcomi ngi ntotheroom.Hedidnotseemeand Ididnotknow whethertogoinandreportorgoupstairsfirstandcleanup.Idecidedtogoonupstairs. TheroomIsharedwiththelieutenantRinaldilookedoutonthecourtyard.The windowwasopen,mybedwasmadeupwithblanketsandmythingshungonthewall, thegasmaskinanoblongtincan,thesteelhelmetonthesamepeg.Atthefootofthe bedwasmyflattrunk,andmywinterboots,theleathershinywithoil,wereonthetrunk. MyAustrian sniper'sriflewithitsbluedoctagonbarrelandthelovelydarkwalnut,cheek fitted,schutzenstock,hungoverthetwobeds.Thetelescopethatfitteditwas,I remembered,lockedinthetrunk.Thelieutenant,Rinaldi,layasleepontheotherbed.He wokewhenheheardmeintheroomandsatup. "Ci aou!" hesaid."W hatkindoftimedidyouhave?" "Magnificent." Weshookhandsandheputhisarmaroundmyne ckandkissedme. "Oughf ,"Isaid. "You'redirty,"hesaid."Yououghttowash.Wheredidyougoandwhatdidyoudo? Tellmeeverythingatonce." "Iwenteverywhere.Milan,Florence,Rome,Naples,VillaSanGiovanni,Messina, Taormi na" "Youtalklikeatimetable.Didyouhaveanybeautifuladventures?" "Yes." "W here?" "Milano,Firenze,Roma,Nap oli" "That'senough.Tellmereallywhatwasthebest." "InMilano." "Thatwasbecauseitwasfirst.Wheredidyoumeether?IntheCova?Wheredid yougo?Howdidyoufeel?Tellmeeverythingatonce.Didyoustayallnight?" "Yes." "That'snothing.Herenowwehavebeautifulgi rls.Newgirlsneverbeentothefront befor e." "W onderful." "Youdon'tbelieveme?Wewillgonowthisafternoonandsee.Andinthetownwe havebeautifulEnglishgirls.IamnowinlovewithMissBarkley.Iwilltakeyoutocall.Iwill probablymarryMissBarkley." "Ihavetogetwash edandreport.Doesn'tanybodyworknow?" "Sinceyouaregonewehavenothingbutfrostbites,chilblains,jaundice,gonorrhea, selfinflictedwounds,pneumoniaandhardandsoftchancres.Everyweeksomeonegets woundedbyrockfragments.Thereareafewrealwounded.Nextweekthewarstarts again.Perhapsitstartagain.Theysayso.DoyouthinkIwoulddorighttomarryMiss Barkleyafterthewarofcourse?" "Absolutely,"Isaidandpouredthebasinfullofwater. "Tonightyouwilltellmeeverything,"saidRinaldi."NowImustgobackto sleepto befreshandbeautifulforMissBarkley." Itookoffmytunicandshirtandwashedinthecoldwaterinthebasin.WhileI rubbedmyselfwithatowelIlookedaroundtheroomandoutthewindowandatRinaldi lyingwithhiseyes closedonthebed.Hewasgoodlooking,wasmyage,andhecame fromAmalfi.Helovedbeingasurgeonandweweregrea tfriends.WhileIwaslookingat himheopenedhiseyes. "Haveyou anymoney?" "Yes." "Loanmefiftylire." Idried myhandsandtookoutmypocketbookfromtheinsideofmytunichanging onthewall.Rinalditookthenote,foldeditwithoutrisingfromthebedandsliditinhis breechespocket.Hesmiled,"Imustmake onMissBarkleytheimpressionofamanof sufficientwealth.Youaremygreatandgoodfriendandfinancialprotector." "Goto hell,"Isaid. ThatnightatthemessIsatnexttothepriestandhewasdisappointedand suddenlyhurtthatIhadnotgonetotheAbruzzi.HehadwrittentohisfatherthatIwas comingandtheyhadmadepreparations.Imyselffeltasbadlyashedidandcouldnot understandwhyIhadnotgone.ItwaswhatI hadwantedtodoandItriedtoexplainhow onethinghadledtoanotherandfinallyhesawitandunderstoodthatIhadreallywanted togoanditwasalmostallright.Ih addrunkmuchwineandafterwardcoffeeandStrega andIexplained,winefully,howwedidnot dothethingswewantedtodo;weneverdid suchthings. Wetwowereta lkingwhiletheothersargued.IhadwantedtogotoAbruzzi.Ihad gonetonoplacewheretheroadswerefrozenandhardasiron,whereitwasclearcold anddryandthesnowwasdryandpowderyandharetracksinthesnowandthepeasants tookofftheirhatsandcalledyouLordandther ewasgoodhunting.Ihadgonetonosuch placebuttothesmokeofcafésandnightswhentheroomwhirledandyouneededtolook atthewalltomakeitstop,nightsinbed,drunk,whenyouknewthatthatwasallthere was,andthestrangeexcitementofwakingandnotknowingwhoitwaswithyou,andthe worldallunrealinthedarkandsoexcitingthatyoumustresumeagai nunknowingan dnot caringinthenight,surethatthiswasallandallandallandnotcaring.Suddenlytocare verymuchandtosleeptowakewithitsometimesmorningandallthathadbeenthere goneandeverythingsharpandhardandclearandsometimesadisputeaboutthecost. Sometimesstillpleasantandfondandwarmandbreakfastandlunch.Sometimesall nicenessgoneandgladtogetoutonthestreetbutalwaysanotherdaystartingandthen anothernigh t.Itriedtotellaboutthenightandthedifferencebetweenthenightandthe dayandhowthenightwasbetterunlessthedaywasverycleanandcoldandIcouldnot tellit;asIcannottellitnow.Butifyouhavehadityouknow.Hehadnothaditbuthe understoodthatIhadreallywantedtogototheAbruzzibuthadnotgoneandwewerestill friends,withmanytastesalike,butwiththedifferencebetweenus.Hehadalwaysknown whatIdidnotknowandwhat,whenIlearnedit,Iwasalwaysabletoforget.ButIdidnot knowthatthen,althoughIlearneditlater.Inthemeanti mewewereallatthemess, the mealwasfinished,andtheargumen twenton.Wetwost oppedtalkingandthecaptain shouted,"Priestnothappy.Priestnothappywithoutgirls." "Iamhappy,"saidthepriest. "Priestnothappy.PriestwantsAustrianstowinthewar,"thecaptainsaid.The other slistened.T hepriestshookhishead. "No,"hesaid. "Priestwantsusnevertoattack.Don'tyouwantusnevertoattack?" "No.IfthereisawarIsupposewemustattack." "Mustattack.Shallattack! " Thepriestnodded. "Leavehimalone,"themajorsaid."He'sallright." "Hecan'tdoanythingaboutitanyway,"thecaptainsaid.Weallgotupandleftthe table. 4 ThebatteryinthenextgardenwokemeinthemorningandIsawthesuncoming throu ghthewindowandgotoutofthebed.Iwenttothewindowandlookedout.The gravelpathsweremoistandthegrasswaswetwithdew.Thebatteryfiredtwiceandthe aircameeachtimelikeablowandshookthewindowandmadethefrontofmypajamas flap.Icouldnotseethegunsbuttheywereevidentlyfiring directlyoverus.Itwasa nuisancetohavethemtherebutitwasacomfortthattheywerenobigger.AsIlookedout atthegardenIheardamotortruckstartingontheroad.Idressed, wentdownstairs,had somecoffeeinthekitchenandwentouttothegarag e. Tencarswerelinedupsidebysideunderthelongshed.Theyweretopheavy, bluntnosedambulances,paintedgrayandbuiltlikemovingvans.Themechanicswere workingononeoutintheyard.Threeotherswereu pinthemountainsatdressing stations. "Dothey eversh ellthatbattery?"Taskedon eofthemechanics. "No,SignorTenente.Itisprotectedbythelittlehill." "How'severything?" "Notsob ad.T hismachineisnogoodbuttheothersmarch."Hestoppedworking andsmiled."Wereyouonpermission?" "Yes." Hewipedhishandsonhisjumperandgrinned."Youhaveagoodtime?"The other sallgrinnedtoo. "Fine,"Isaid."What'sthematterwiththismachine?" "It'snogood.Onethingafteranother." "W hat'sthematternow?" "Newrings." Ileftthemworking,thecarlookingdisgracedandemptywiththeengineopenand partsspreadontheworkbench,andwen tinundertheshedandlookedateachofthe cars.Theywere moderatelyclean,afewfreshlywashed,theothersdusty.Ilooked atthe tirescarefully,lookingforcutsorstonebruises.Everythingseemedingoodcondition.It evidentlymade nodifferencewhetherIwastheretolookafterthingsornot.Ihad imaginedthattheconditionofthecars,whetherornotthingswereobtainable,thesmooth functioningofthebusinessofremovingwoundedandsickfromthedressingstations, haulingthembackfromthemountai nstotheclearingstationandthendistributingthemto thehospitalsnamedontheirpapers,dependedtoaconsiderableextentonmyself. EvidentlyitdidnotmatterwhetherIwasthereornot. "Hastherebeenanytroublegettingparts?"Iaskedthesergeantmechan ic. "No,SignorTenente." "W hereisthega solineparknow?" "Atthesameplace ." "Good, "Isaidandwentbacktotheho useanddrankanotherbowlofcoffeeatthe messtable.Thecoffeewasapalegrayandsweetwithcondensedmilk.Outsidethe windowitwasalovelyspringmorning.Therewasthatbeginningofafeelingofdrynessin thenosethatmeantth edaywouldbehotlateron.ThatdayIvisitedthepostsinthe mountains andwasbackintownlateintheafternoon. ThewholethingseemedtorunbetterwhileI wasaway.Theof fensivewasgoingto starta gainIheard.Thedivisionforwhichweworkedweretoattackataplaceuptheriver andthemajortoldmethatIwouldseeaboutthepostsforduringtheattack.Theattack wouldcrosstheriverupabovethenarrowgorgeandspreadupthehillside.Thepostsfor thecarswouldhavetobeasneartheriverastheycouldgetandkeepcovered.They would,ofcourse,beselectedbytheinfantrybutweweresupposedtoworkitout.Itwas oneofthosethingsthatgaveyouafalsefeelingofsoldiering. Iwasverydustyanddi rtyandwentuptomyroomtowash.Rinaldiwassittingon thebedwithacopyofHugo'sEnglishgrammar.Hewasdressed,worehisblackboots, andhishairshone. "Splendid,"hesaidwhenhesawme."Youwillcomewithmet oseeMissBarkley." "No. "Yes.Youwill pleasecomeandmakemeagoodimpression onher." "Allri ght.WaittillIgetcleanedup." "W ashupandcomeasyouare." Iwashed,brush edmyhairandwestarted. "W aitami nute,"Rinaldisaid."Perhapsweshouldhaveadrink."Heopenedhis trunkandtookoutabottle. "NotStrega,"Isaid. "No.Grappa." "Allri ght." Hepouredtwoglassesandwetouchedthem,firstfingersextended.Thegrappa wasverystrong. "Another?" "Allri ght,"Isaid.W edrankthesecondgrappa,Rinaldiputawaythebottleandwe wentdownthestairs.Itwashotwalkingthroughthet ownbutthesunwasstartingtogo downanditwasverypleasant.TheBritishhospitalwasabigvillabuiltbyGermansbefore thewar.MissBarkleywasinthegarden.Another nursewaswithher.Wesawthei rwhite uniformsthrou ghthetreesandwalkedtowardthem.Rinaldisaluted.Isalutedtoobut moremoderately. "Howdoyoudo?"MissBarkleysaid."You'renotanItalian,areyou?" "Oh,no." Rinaldiwastalkingwiththeothernurse.Theywerelaughing."Whatanoddthing tobeintheItalianarmy." "It'snotreallythearmy.It'sonlytheambulance." "It'sveryoddthough.Whydidyoudoit?" "Idon'tknow,"Isaid. "Thereisn'talwaysanexplanationforeverything." "Oh,isn'tthere?Iwasbroughtuptothinktherewas." "That'sawfullynice." "Dowehavetogoonandtalkthisway?" "No,"Isaid. "That'sarelief.Isn'tit?" "W hatisthestick?"Iasked.MissBarkleywasquitetall.Sheworewhatseemed to metobeanurse'suniform,wasblondeandhadatawnyskinandgraye yes.Ithoughtshe wasverybea utiful.Shewascarryingathinrattansticklikeatoyridingcrop,boundin leather. "Itbelongedtoaboywho waskilledlastyear." "I'mawfullysorry." "Hewasaveryniceboy.Hewasgoingtomarrymeandhewaskilledinthe Somme." "Itwasaghastlyshow." "W ereyouthere?" "No." "I'vehear daboutit,"shesaid."There'snotreallyanywarofthatsortdownhere. Theysentmethelittlestick.Hismothersentittome.Theyreturneditwithhisthings." "Hadyoubeenengagedlong?" "Eightyears.Wegrewuptogether." "Andwhydidn'tyoumarry?" "Idon'tknow,"shesai d."Iwasafoolnotto.Icouldhavegivenhimthatanyway. ButIthoughti twouldbebadforhim." "Isee." "Haveyou everlovedanyone?" "No,"Isaid. WesatdownonabenchandIlookedather. "Youhavebeautifulhair," Isaid. "Doyoulikeit?" "Verymuch." "Iwasgoingtocutitalloffwhenhedied." "No." "Iwantedtodosomethingforhim.You seeIdidn'tcareabouttheotherthingand hecouldhavehaditall.HecouldhavehadanythinghewantedifIwouldhavekn own.I wouldhavemarriedhimoranything.Iknowallaboutitnow.Butthenhewantedtogoto warandIdidn'tknow." Ididnotsayanything. "Ididn'tknowaboutanythingthen.Ithoughtitwouldbeworseforhim.Ithought perhapshecouldn'tstanditandthenofcoursehewaskilledandthatwastheendofit." "Idon'tknow." "Oh,yes, "shesaid."That'stheendofit." WelookedatRinalditalkingwiththeothernurse. "W hatishername?" "Ferguson.HelenFerguson.Yourfriendisadoctor,isn'the?" "Yes.He'sverygood." "That'ssplendid.Yourarelyfindanyoneanygoodthisclosetothefront.Thisis closetothefront,i sn'tit?" "Quite." [...]... should drink cup for cup and glass for glass with Bassi, Fillipo Vincenza. Bassi said no that was no test because he had already drunk twice as much as I. I said that was a foul lie and, Bacchus or no Bacchus, Fillipo Vincenza Bassi or Bassi Fillippo Vicenza had never touched a drop all evening and what was his name anyway? He said was my name Frederico Enrico or Enrico Federico? I said let the best man win, Bacchus barred, and the ... the year before because there was only one road leading down from the pass to the pontoon bridge and it was under machinegun and shell fire for nearly a mile. It was not wide enough either to carry all the transport for an offensive and the Austrians could make a shambles out of it. But the Italians had crossed and spread out a little way on the far side to hold about a mile and a half on the Austrian side of the river. It was a nasty place ... Maybe it would finish this summer. Maybe the Austrians would crack. They had always cracked in other wars. What was the matter with this war? Everybody said the French were through. Rinaldi said that the French had mutinied and troops marched on Paris. I asked him what happened and he said, "Oh, they stopped them." I wanted to go to Austria without war. I wanted to go to the Black Forest. I wanted to go to the Hartz Mountains. Where were the Hartz Mountains anyway? They were fighting in the Carpathians. I ... a drink with him and two other officers. We drank rum and it was very friendly. Outside it was getting dark. I asked what time the attack was to he and they said as soon as it was dark. I went back to the drivers. They were sitting in the dugout talking and when I came in they stopped. I gave them each a package of cigarettes, Macedonias, loosely packed cigarettes that spilled tobacco and needed to have the ends twisted before you smoked them. Manera lit his lighter and passed it around. The lighter was shaped like a Fiat ... with the Austrians. The Austrian army was created to give Napoleon victories; any Napoleon. I wished we had a Napoleon, but instead we had Ii Generale Cadorna, fat and prosperous and Vittorio Emmanuele, the tiny man with the long thin neck and the goat beard. Over on the right they had the Duke of Aosta. Maybe he was too goodlooking to be a. great general but he looked like a man. Lots of them would have liked him to be ... Gorizia but they were uncomfortable and too bloody theatrical in a town where the civilian inhabitants had not been evacuated. I wore one when we went up to the posts and carried an English gas mask. We were just beginning to get some of them. They were a real mask. Also we were required to wear an automatic pistol; even doctors and sanitary officers. I felt it against the back of the chair. You were liable to arrest if you did not have one worn in plain sight. Rinaldi carried a holster stuffed with toilet paper. I wore a real one ... We looked at each other in the dark. I thought she was very beautiful and I took her hand. She let me take it and I held it and put my arm around under her arm. "No," she said. I kept my arm where it was. "Why not?" "No." "Yes," I said. "Please." I leaned forward in the dark to kiss her and there was a sharp stinging flash. She had slapped my face hard. Her hand had hit my nose and eyes, and tears came in my eyes from the reflex. ... "Good evening," I said. "A rivederci, Tenente." "A rivederla." I saluted and went out. It was impossible to salute foreigners as an Italian, without embarrassment. The Italian salute never seemed made for export. The day had been hot. I had been up the river to the bridgehead at Plava. It was there that the offensive was to begin. It had been impossible to advance on the far side the year before because there was only one road leading down from the pass to the ... It was nearly dark when we came down and turned onto the main road that ran beside the river. 9 The road was crowded and there were screens of cornstalk and straw matting on both sides and matting over the top so that it was like the entrance at a circus or a native village. We drove slowly in this mattingcovered tunnel and came out onto a bare cleared space where the railway station had been. The road here was below the level of the river bank and all along the side of the sunken road there were holes dug in the bank with ... side to hold about a mile and a half on the Austrian side of the river. It was a nasty place and the Austrians should not have let them hold it. I suppose it was mutual tolerance because the Austrians still kept a bridgehead further down the river. The Austrian trenches were above on the hillside only a few yards from the Italian lines. There had been a little town but it was all rubble. There was what was left of a railway station and a smashed permanent bridge that could not be repaired and used because it was in plain sight. . hell,"Isaid. ThatnightatthemessIsatnext to thepriestandhewasdisappointedand suddenlyhurtthatIhadnotgone to theAbruzzi.Hehadwritten to hisfatherthatIwas comingandtheyhadmadepreparations.Imyselffeltasbadlyashedidandcouldnot understandwhyIhadnotgone.ItwaswhatI hadwanted to doandItried to explainhow onethinghadled to anotherandfinallyhesawitandunderstoodthatIhadreallywanted to goanditwasalmostallright.Ih addrunkmuchwineandafterwardcoffeeandStrega andIexplained,winefully,howwedidnot. strangeandmysterious.Thiswas a strangeand mysteriouswarzonebutIsupposeditwasquitewellrunandgrimcompared to otherwars withtheAustrians.TheAustrianarmywascreated to giveNapoleonvictories;any Napoleon.Iwishedwehad a Napoleon,butinsteadwehadIiGeneraleCadorna,fatand prosperousandVittorioEmmanuele,thetinymanwiththelongthinneckandthegoat beard.OverontherighttheyhadtheDukeofAosta.Maybehewastoogoodlooking to be a. greatgeneralbuthelookedlike a man.L. A Farewell To Arms byErnestHemingway Flyleaf: ThegreatestAmericannovel to emerge fromWorldWarI, _A Farewell to Arms_ cementedErnestHemingway'sreputationasoneofthemostimportantnovelistsofthe twentiethcentur