All the streets were congested with a great deal of material and the small number of wagons1 at the disposal of the Austrians surprised me. They made great use of heavy steam tractors for hauling ordnance2, and as I was hiding behind a group of trees, I saw a long procession of cannon3, all covered with leaves, pass, which from their bulk looked like “305’s.” These troops and this material seemed directed towards the lower Piave. The roads were also congested by 302 auto-ambulances full of wounded, and wagons transporting the slightly wounded. In several places the movement was so great and so badly regulated that the long lines of cars had to stand still for some time to open up a passage for other columns going in the opposite direction. The Austrians also made extensive use of little low wagons with broad wheels, drawn4 by Hungarian ponies5 which were lean and seemed to have suffered a great deal. The freight belonged to the 41st army corps6 which was the one operating towards the Grave di Pappadopoli and which had not succeeded in passing.
I mingled7 with the soldiers and they permitted me to pass without suspecting anything. On my return I was compelled to view a scene so terrible that I shall never forget it. I had reached an isolated8 house in front of which stood a platoon of Austrians commanded by a Bosnian officer. (These troops could be readily recognized 303 by their caps with a fez which resembles somewhat the cap of our Bersaglieri.) A shapely young woman was speaking with some soldiers who were trying to overcome her reluctance9 and were trying to lay their hands on her. The young girl tried to resist them and answered them brusquely and with indignation. Even the officer approached and took part with his men in the discussion, which seemed to me to be heated.
“Come on, now, don’t be affected10, we know what you women of the Veneto are worth, you, who do not give yourselves for love but know only how to sell yourselves. Well then, I promise you that from Venice, where we shall surely be within a few days, I will send you all sorts of presents and a beautiful dress for Sundays so that you can play the coquette with whomever you like.”
The girl drew up with pride, vehemently11 pushed aside the officer who stood in front of her and exclaimed, “The only way in which you will be able to see Venice will be 304 through your binoculars12.” The shove made the officer lose his equilibrium13 and as he fell to the ground the girl began to laugh. The officer sprang up at once, drew his revolver and without uttering a word fired several shots at her. The poor girl bent14 forward murmuring, “Oh mother, mother,” and fell in a pool of blood. The Bosnian officer and the other soldiers hastened away without even turning to look at the poor creature. And I had to stand by, motionless, during this scene!... a scene more swift and violent than the human mind can imagine. She was breathing no more and an abundant flow of blood came from her temples giving a reddish tint15 to her beautiful, disheveled hair. As though turned to stone I stood still a long time contemplating16 her. In a courtyard nearby a red rose bush was in bloom and close to it a white rose gave forth17 its fragrance18. I plucked the white rose, two large red ones and with a few green leaves I placed them near the corpse19. Our soldiers 305 were buried enveloped20 in the tricolor and this young martyr21 should receive from the hands of an Italian officer the comfort and honor of the tricolor. She was not the first nor the last victim of the Bosnians.
Still trembling with horror at the scene I had just witnessed I hurried away towards the hill hoping to find there some important news; instead I found nothing except another pigeon which a priest had given Bottecchia. I wrote over again all I had sent in the former message, adding a little about the possibility of action in the near future on the lower Piave, and despatched the bird, which at once flew toward our lines, disappearing soon in the region where the battle raged.
The cannonading began again and it seemed more intense to me than ever before. Perhaps that depended on the acoustics22, because to-day the clouds were lower and the ground damp, and because the distance which separated me from the Piave was less 306 than that which separated me from the Grappa.
Rino brought me the evening bulletin and the news was anything but good and troubled me very much. The bulletin read:
“Between the Piave and San Mauro the Austrians have launched a heavy attack and after a bloody23 struggle have succeeded in crossing the Narvesa Montebelluna railroad reaching to Casa da Ruos. In the region of the lower Piave, after a violent attack, the enemy has succeeded, in the region of Zenson, in uniting its two bridge defenses and in reaching Meolo and pushing forth some platoons towards Monastir. The resistance of the Italians was weaker to-day.”
On the Narvesa Montebelluna railroad and around Meolo passed our line of resistance, and therefore the report that the Austrians had succeeded in forcing several 307 points there was disturbing. If they should succeed in widening their possessions there would be no alternative but to withdraw; retreat would be inevitable24.
I was still impressed by the barbarous event which I had been compelled to witness without being able to assist the poor victim, and perhaps fatigue25 helped to make things appear blacker, for I had had no sleep for three days and three nights. I had to rest, and find again the freshness, the optimism which now began to fail me.
On the 18th, nothing interesting happened. The bombardment lessened27 slightly towards noon and began again with great violence later. I asked myself how, after so heated a fight, both sides did not feel the need of a brief respite28; I wondered why the Austrians did not ease up a little so as to gain new strength for a last desperate attack.
The rain fell abundantly during these days and I thought with horror of the conditions 308 on the battlefield, where the wounded must lie for hours immersed in the mud under the torrential fall of water which seemed to have no intention of abating29. The evening bulletin reported the situation as stationary30 and said that the successive Austrian attacks in the conquered regions of the Montello and Meolo had failed in front of the indomitable resistance of our men. Again I breathed freely because the former reports had truly been little comforting. Who knows but that these might be the last efforts of the enemy, and once the crisis had been overcome, as in a terrible sickness, our organism might rapidly recover all its energies and its formidable character. Four days had already passed and I did not believe the Austrians would be capable of a further great drive. The night was even more agitated31 than usual, but it seemed to me as if in answer to the constant fire of the Austrian artillery32 there had been no little action by our cannon as though in 309 preparation for a counter-attack. Could it be that the point of equilibrium had been reached and the scales were now turning in our favor?
The hours and minutes seemed never to pass and I lived only to await the evening reports which would certainly be decisive. I thought I heard Rino coming slowly towards me and to lessen26 further the short time I still had to wait I ran out to meet him. Rino had a look of joy and as soon as he saw me he said smilingly, “Good news, good news. It seems they can’t go any farther, that they have been definitely stopped, and the full Piave is behind their backs. May they all get drowned in its currents!”
“Quick, give me the bulletin.” He handed me the precious sheet and I read it with avidity. The Austrians had been driven back to the other side of the Narvesa Montebelluna railroad and were being pressed by our men who were gaining 310 ground on all sides and were approaching the village of Narvesa. The enemy command, in view of the torrential condition of the Piave had decided33 to retire. Five divisions which were in the vicinity of Belluno were being transferred towards Susegana to cover the retreat and to defend the left bank of the river in case the Italians decided on a counter-attack. All the Austrian attacks in the region of the lower Piave near Capo D’argine and Candulu had failed.... I could scarcely believe my own eyes, I wanted to die, I wanted to cry my joy to all, and throwing my arms about the neck of Bottecchia who met us, I told him the comforting news. Then they really had not passed; then the battle on which we had concentrated all our efforts, all our sacrifices for several months, was about to end more advantageously than I had ever dared to hope! In these four days of battle the Austrians were bound to have lost the flower of their troops. All their vain glory 311 had been drowned forever in the whirlpools of the Piave and it was now for us to finish them. I thought of the poor dead we left in the distant trenches34 of the Carso, of all those whose sacrifice seemed useless to me during the terrible day of Caporetto and I felt they had been vindicated35, that the hour was not far distant in which the great destinies of Italy would be fulfilled.
I had received information about the prisoners taken by the Austrians during the last offensive; they were left for several days without food and were assigned to the transportation of ammunition36 on the front line so that many of them had been severely37 wounded by the fire of our artillery. This treatment was, of course, in open contradiction of every international convention, and our kindness and generosity38 in the treatment of their prisoners embittered39 me.
The little old woman who had the task of finding eggs for us had been to the hospital at Vittorio and had spoken with 312 several of our wounded who were still thrilled by the joy of combat and eagerly awaited news of the progress of the battle, of the outcome of which they were no longer in doubt. Among the wounded was a Captain of the Bersaglieri whose name the old woman had brought me in the hope that I might be of some help to him.
Our soldiers, who did not realize the conditions existing in the invaded regions, wondered why the population gave them nothing to eat and asked where the bakeries were from which they could buy bread. They were greatly surprised when they heard there were not only no more bakeries, but ever since our retreat, there had been no sale or trade whatever in eatables.
The Austrians, in an attempt to give a different impression to the population of the outcome of their attack and to feign40 that the number of prisoners taken was much greater than it was in reality added 313 to the men taken in this offensive some of those taken at the time of Caporetto, and marched through the villages long lines of these poor young men who could barely hold themselves erect41 because they were so weak and hungry. But the intelligent population would not let itself be fooled, for how could they account for the great difference between the flourishing condition of some and the exhausted42 condition of others.
On this day the secretary at Vittorio sent me some sensational43 photographs of men who had been lynched. I recognized the square of Conegliano and was horrified44 when I read that the victims were Czecho-Slovaks who fought in our army and, being taken prisoners by the Austrians, were condemned45 to so terrible a fate. To complete the carnage their bodies were for four consecutive46 days exposed to the mockery of the troops marching toward the front. They were true martyrs47 and I bowed to their memory, 314 mindful of the many occasions in which they had given proof of their loyalty48 and faith to the cause of the Allies.
June 24. As I had foreseen, on the last day the scales turned completely in favor of the Italians. On the Piave from the Montello to the sea the pressure of the Italian infantry49 continued strong, decisive, irresistible50, while the artillery fired with extreme accuracy on the Austrian troops in retreat and scored direct hits on their defences, bridges, passageways, and back lines. The Piave, swollen51 from the recent rainfall, had torn away the bridges and by adding new difficulties increased the disaster of the enemy, who, pressed on all sides, had begun to retreat towards the river and had at last crossed back to the left bank of the Piave. On this night the situation was exactly the same as at the beginning of the offensive.
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reluctance
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binoculars
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fragrance
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corpse
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martyrs
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loyalty
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