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Chapter 9
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The road was crowded and there were screens of corn-stalk 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 matting-covered 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 infantry2 in them. The sun was going down and looking up along the bank as we drove I saw the Austrian observation balloons above the hills on the other side dark against the sunset. We parked the cars beyond a brickyard. The ovens and some deep holes had been equipped as dressing3 stations. There were three doctors that I knew. I talked with the major and learned that when it should start and our cars should be loaded we would drive them back along the screened road and up to the main road along the ridge4 where there would be a post and other cars to clear them. He hoped the road would not jam. It was a one-road show. The road was screened because it was in sight of the Austrians across the river. Here at the brickyard we were sheltered from rifle or machine-gun fire by the river bank. There was one smashed bridge across the river. They were going to put over another bridge when the bombardment started and some troops were to cross at the shallows up above at the bend of the river. The major was a little man with upturned mustaches. He had been in the war in Libya and wore two woundstripes. He said that if the thing went well he would see that I was decorated. I said I hoped it would go well but that he was too kind. I asked him if there was a big dugout where the drivers could stay and he sent a soldier to show me. I went with him and found the dugout, which was very good. The drivers were pleased with it and I left them there. The major asked me to have 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 lighter5 and passed it around. The lighter was shaped like a Fiat6 radiator7. I told them what I had heard.

"Why didn't we see the post when we came down?" Passini asked.

"It was just beyond where we turned off."

"That road will be a dirty mess," Manera said.

"They'll shell the ---- out of us."

"Probably."

"What about eating, lieutenant8? We won't get a chance to eat after this thing starts."

"I'll go and see now," I said.

"You want us to stay here or can we look around?"

"Better stay here."

I went back to the major's dugout and he said the field kitchen would be along and the drivers could come and get their stew9. He would loan them mess tins if they did not have them. I said I thought they had them. I went back and told the drivers I would get them as soon as the food came. Manera said he hoped it would come before the bombardment started. They were silent until I went out. They were all mechanics and hated the war.

I went out to look at the cars and see what was going on and then came back and sat down in the dugout with the four drivers. We sat on the ground with our backs against the wall and smoked. Outside it was nearly dark. The earth of the dugout was warm and dry and I let my shoulders back against the wall, sitting on the small of my back, and relaxed.

"Who goes to the attack?" asked Gavuzzi.

"Bersaglieri."

"All bersaglieri?"

"I think so."

"There aren't enough troops here for a real attack."

"It is probably to draw attention from where the real attack will be."

"Do the men know that who attack?"

"I don't think so."

"Of course they don't," Manera said. "They wouldn't attack if they did."

"Yes, they would," Passini said. "Bersaglieri are fools."

"They are brave and have good discipline," I said.

"They are big through the chest by measurement, and healthy. But they are still fools."

"The granatieri are tall," Manera said. This was a joke. They all laughed.

"Were you there, Tenente, when they wouldn't attack and they shot every tenth man?"

"No."

"It is true. They lined them up afterward10 and took every tenth man. Carabinieri shot them."

"Carabinieri," said Passini and spat11 on the floor. "But those grenadiers; all over six feet. They wouldn't attack."

"If everybody would not attack the war would be over," Manera said.

"It wasn't that way with the granatieri. They were afraid. The officers all came from such good families."

"Some of the officers went alone."

"A sergeant12 shot two officers who would not get out."

"Some troops went out."

"Those that went out were not lined up when they took the tenth men."

"One of those shot by the carabinieri is from my town," Passini said. "He was a big smart tall boy to be in the granatieri. Always in Rome. Always with the girls. Always with the carabinieri." He laughed. "Now they have a guard outside his house with a bayonet and nobody can come to see his mother and father and sisters and his father loses his civil rights and cannot even vote. They are all without law to protect them. Anybody can take their property."

"If it wasn't that that happens to their families nobody would go to the attack."

"Yes. Alpini would. These V. E. soldiers would. Some bersaglieri."

"Bersaglieri have run too. Now they try to forget it."

"You should not let us talk this way, Tenente. Evviva l'esercito," Passini said sarcastically13.

"I know how you talk," I said. "But as long as you drive the cars and behave--"

"--and don't talk so other officers can hear," Manera finished. "I believe we should get the war over," I said. "It would not finish it if one side stopped fighting. It would only be worse if we stopped fighting."

"It could not be worse," Passini said respectfully. "There is nothing worse than war."

"Defeat is worse."

"I do not believe it," Passini said still respectfully. "What is defeat? You go home."

"They come after you. They take your home. They take your sisters."

"I don't believe it," Passini said. "They can't do that to everybody. Let everybody defend his home. Let them keep their sisters in the house."

"They hang you. They come and make you be a soldier again. Not in the auto-ambulance, in the infantry."

"They can't hang every one."

"An outside nation can't make you be a soldier," Manera said. "At the first battle you all run."

"Like the Tchecos."

"I think you do not know anything about being conquered and so you think it is not bad."

"Tenente," Passini said. "We understand you let us talk. Listen. There is nothing as bad as war. We in the auto-ambulance cannot even realize at all how bad it is. When people realize how bad it is they cannot do anything to stop it because they go crazy. There are some people who never realize. There are people who are afraid of their officers. It is with them the war is made."

"I know it is bad but we must finish it."

"It doesn't finish. There is no finish to a war."

"Yes there is."

Passini shook his head.

"War is not won by victory. What if we take San Gabriele? What if we take the Carso and Monfalcone and Trieste? Where are we then? Did you see all the far mountains to-day? Do you think we could take all them too? Only if the Austrians stop fighting. One side must stop fighting. Why don't we stop fighting? If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away. They have their own country. But no, instead there is a war."

"You're an orator14."

"We think. We read. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates this war."

"There is a class that controls a country that is stupid and does not realize anything and never can. That is why we have this war."

"Also they make money out of it."

"Most of them don't," said Passini. "They are too stupid. They do it for nothing. For stupidity."

"We must shut up," said Manera. "We talk too much even for the Tenente."

"He likes it," said Passini. "We will convert him."

"But now we will shut up," Manera said.

"Do we eat yet, Tenente?" Gavuzzi asked.

"I will go and see," I said. Gordini stood up and went outside with me.

"Is there anything I can do, Tenente? Can I help in any way?" He was the quietest one of the four. "Come with me if you want," I said, "and we'll see."

It was dark outside and the long light from the search-lights was moving over the mountains. There were big search-lights on that front mounted on camions that you passed sometimes on the roads at night, close behind the lines, the camion stopped a little off the road, an officer directing the light and the crew scared. We crossed the brickyard, and stopped at the main dressing station. There was a little shelter of green branches outside over the entrance and in the dark the night wind rustled15 the leaves dried by the sun. Inside there was a light. The major was at the telephone sitting on a box. One of the medical captains said the attack had been put forward an hour. He offered me a glass of cognac. I looked at the board tables, the instruments shining in the light, the basins and the stoppered bottles. Gordini stood behind me. The major got up from the telephone.

"It starts now," he said. "It has been put back again."

I looked outside, it was dark and the Austrian search-lights were moving on the mountains behind us. It was quiet for a moment still, then from all the guns behind us the bombardment started.

"Savoia," said the major.

"About the soup, major," I said. He did not hear me. I repeated it.

"It hasn't come up."

A big shell came in and burst outside in the brickyard. Another burst and in the noise you could hear the smaller noise of the brick and dirt raining down.

"What is there to eat?"

"We have a little pasta asciutta," the major said.

"I'll take what you can give me."

The major spoke16 to an orderly who went out of sight in the back and came back with a metal basin of cold cooked macaroni. I handed it to Gordini.

"Have you any cheese?"

The major spoke grudgingly17 to the orderly who ducked back into the hole again and came out with a quarter of a white cheese.

"Thank you very much," I said.

"You'd better not go out."

Outside something was set down beside the entrance. One of the two men who had carried it looked in.

"Bring him in," said the major. "What's the matter with you? Do you want us to come outside and get him?"

The two stretcher-bearers picked up the man under the arms and by the legs and brought him in.

"Slit18 the tunic19," the major said.

He held a forceps with some gauze in the end. The two captains took off their coats. "Get out of here," the major said to the two stretcher-bearers.

"Come on," I said to Gordini.

"You better wait until the shelling is over," the major said over his shoulder.

"They want to eat," I said.

"As you wish."

Outside we ran across the brickyard. A shell burst short near the river bank. Then there was one that we did not hear coming until the sudden rush. We both went flat and with the flash and bump of the burst and the smell heard the singing off of the fragments and the rattle20 of falling brick. Gordini got up and ran for the dugout. I was after him, holding the cheese, its smooth surface covered with brick dust. Inside the dugout were the three drivers sitting against the wall, smoking.

"Here, you patriots," I said.

"How are the cars?" Manera asked.

"All right."

"Did they scare you, Tenente?"

"You're damned right," I said.

I took out my knife, opened it, wiped off the blade and pared off the dirty outside surface of the cheese. Gavuzzi handed me the basin of macaroni.

"Start in to eat, Tenente."

"No," I said. "Put it on the floor. We'll all eat."

"There are no forks."

"What the hell," I said in English.

I cut the cheese into pieces and laid them on the macaroni.

"Sit down to it," I said. They sat down and waited. I put thumb and fingers into the macaroni and lifted. A mass loosened.

"Lift it high, Tenente."

I lifted it to arm's length and the strands21 cleared. I lowered it into the mouth, sucked and snapped in the ends, and chewed, then took a bite of cheese, chewed, and then a drink of the wine. It tasted of rusty22 metal. I handed the canteen back to Passini.

"It's rotten," he said. "It's been in there too long. I had it in the car."

They were all eating, holding their chins close over the basin, tipping their heads back, sucking in the ends. I took another mouthful and some cheese and a rinse23 of wine. Something landed outside that shook the earth.

"Four hundred twenty or minnenwerfer," Gavuzzi said.

"There aren't any four hundred twenties in the mountains," I said.

"They have big Skoda guns. I've seen the holes."

"Three hundred fives."

We went on eating. There was a cough, a noise like a railway engine starting and then an explosion that shook the earth again.

"This isn't a deep dugout," Passini said.

"That was a big trench24 mortar25."

"Yes, sir."

I ate the end of my piece of cheese and took a swallow of wine. Through the other noise I heard a cough, then came the chuh-chuhchuh-chuh--then there was a flash, as when a blast-furnace door is swung open, and a roar that started white and went red and on and on in a rushing wind. I tried to breathe but my breath would not come and I felt myself rush bodily out of myself and out and out and out and all the time bodily in the wind. I went out swiftly, all of myself, and I knew I was dead and that it had all been a mistake to think you just died. Then I floated, and instead of going on I felt myself slide back. I breathed and I was back. The ground was torn up and in front of my head there was a splintered beam of wood. In the jolt26 of my head I heard somebody crying. I thought somebody was screaming. I tried to move but I could not move. I heard the machine-guns and rifles firing across the river and all along the river. There was a great splashing and I saw the star-shells go up and burst and float whitely and rockets going up and heard the bombs, all this in a moment, and then I heard close to me some one saying "Mama Mia! Oh, mama Mia!" I pulled and twisted and got my legs loose finally and turned around and touched him. It was Passini and when I touched him he screamed. His legs were toward me and I saw in the dark and the light that they were both smashed above the knee. One leg was gone and the other was held by tendons and part of the trouser and the stump27 twitched28 and jerked as though it were not connected. He bit his arm and moaned, "Oh mama mia, mama Mia," then, "Dio te salve, Maria. Dio te salve, Maria. Oh Jesus shoot me Christ shoot me mama mia mama Mia oh purest lovely Mary shoot me. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Oh Jesus lovely Mary stop it. Oh oh oh oh," then choking, "Mama mama mia." Then he was quiet, biting his arm, the stump of his leg twitching29.

"Porta feriti!" I shouted holding my hands cupped. "Porta feriti!" I tried to get closer to Passini to try to put a tourniquet30 on the legs but I could not move. I tried again and my legs moved a little. I could pull backward along with my arms and elbows. Passini was quiet now. I sat beside him, undid31 my tunic and tried to rip the tail of my shirt. It would not rip and I bit the edge of the cloth to start it. Then I thought of his puttees. I had on wool stockings but Passini wore puttees. All the drivers wore puttees but Passini had only one leg. I unwound the puttee and while I was doing it I saw there was no need to try and make a tourniquet because he was dead already. I made sure he was dead. There were three others to locate. I sat up straight and as I did so something inside my head moved like the weights on a doll's eyes and it hit me inside in back of my eyeballs. My legs felt warm and wet and my shoes were wet and warm inside. I knew that I was hit and leaned over and put my hand on my knee. My knee wasn't there. My hand went in and my knee was down on my shin. I wiped my hand on my shirt and another floating light came very slowly down and I looked at my leg and was very afraid. Oh, God, I said, get me out of here. I knew, however, that there had been three others. There were four drivers. Passini was dead. That left three. Some one took hold of me under the arms and somebody else lifted my legs.

"There are three others," I said. "One is dead."

"It's Manera. We went for a stretcher but there wasn't any. How are you, Tenente?"

"Where is Gordini and Gavuzzi?"

"Gordini's at the post getting bandaged. Gavuzzi has your legs. Hold on to my neck, Tenente. Are you badly hit?"

"In the leg. How is Gordini?"

"He's all right. It was a big trench mortar shell."

"Passini's dead."

"Yes. He's dead."

A shell fell close and they both dropped to the ground and dropped me. "I'm sorry, Tenente," said Manera. "Hang onto my neck."

"If you drop me again."

"It was because we were scared."

"Are you unwounded?"

"We are both wounded a little."

"Can Gordini drive?"

"I don't think so."

They dropped me once more before we reached the post.

"You sons of bitches," I said.

"I am sorry, Tenente," Manera said. "We won't drop you again."

Outside the post a great many of us lay on the ground in the dark. They carried wounded in and brought them out. I could see the light come out from the dressing station when the curtain opened and they brought some one in or out. The dead were off to one side. The doctors were working with their sleeves up to their shoulders and were red as butchers. There were not enough stretchers. Some of the wounded were noisy but most were quiet. The wind blew the leaves in the bower32 over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold. Stretcher-bearers came in all the time, put their stretchers down, unloaded them and went away. As soon as I got to the dressing station Manera brought a medical sergeant out and he put bandages on both my legs. He said there was so much dirt blown into the wound that there had not been much hemorrhage. They would take me as soon as possible. He went back inside. Gordini could not drive, Manera said. His shoulder was smashed and his head was hurt. He had not felt bad but now the shoulder had stiffened33. He was sitting up beside one of the brick walls. Manera and Gavuzzi each went off with a load of wounded. They could drive all right. The British had come with three ambulances and they had two men on each ambulance. One of their drivers came over to me, brought by Gordini who looked very white and sick. The Britisher leaned over.

"Are you hit badly?" he asked. He was a tall man and wore steel-rimmed spectacles.

"In the legs."

"It's not serious I hope. Will you have a cigarette?"

"Thanks."

"They tell me you've lost two drivers."

"Yes. One killed and the fellow that brought you."

"What rotten luck. Would you like us to take the cars?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you."

"We'd take quite good care of them and return them to the villa1. 206 aren't you?"

"Yes."

"It's a charming place. I've seen you about. They tell me you're an American."

"Yes."

"I'm English."

"No!"

"Yes, English. Did you think I was Italian? There were some Italians with one of our units."

"It would be fine if you would take the cars," I said.

"We'll be most careful of them," he straightened up. "This chap of yours was very anxious for me to see you." He patted Gordini on the shoulder. Gordini winced34 and smiled. The Englishman broke into voluble and perfect Italian. "Now everything is arranged. I've seen your Tenente. We will take over the two cars. You won't worry now." He broke off, "I must do something about getting you out of here. I'll see the medical wallahs. We'll take you back with us."

He walked across to the dressing station, stepping carefully among the wounded. I saw the blanket open, the light came out and he went in.

"He will look after you, Tenente," Gordini said.

"How are you, Franco?"

"I am all right." He sat down beside me. In a moment the blanket in front of the dressing station opened and two stretcherbearers came out followed by the tall Englishman. He brought them over to me.

"Here is the American Tenente," he said in Italian.

"I'd rather wait," I said. "There are much worse wounded than me. I'm all right."

"Come, come," he said. "Don't be a bloody35 hero." Then in Italian: "Lift him very carefully about the legs. His legs are very painful. He is the legitimate36 son of President Wilson." They picked me up and took me into the dressing room. Inside they were operating on all the tables. The little major looked at us furious. He recognized me and waved a forceps.

"Ca va bien?"

"Ca va."

"I have brought him in," the tall Englishman said in Italian. "The only son of the American Ambassador. He can be here until you are ready to take him. Then I will take him with my first load." He bent37 over me. "I'll look up their adjutant to do your papers and it will all go much faster." He stooped to go under the doorway38 and went out. The major was unhooking the forceps now, dropping them in a basin. I followed his hands with my eyes. Now he was bandaging. Then the stretcher-bearers took the man off the table.

"I'll take the American Tenente," one of the captains said. They lifted me onto the table. It was hard and slippery. There were many strong smells, chemical smells and the sweet smell of blood. They took off my trousers and the medical captain commenced dictating39 to the sergeant-adjutant while he worked, "Multiple superficial wounds of the left and right thigh40 and left and right knee and right foot. Profound wounds of right knee and foot. Lacerations of the scalp (he probed--Does that hurt?--Christ, yes!) with possible fracture of the skull41. Incurred42 in the line of duty. That's what keeps you from being court-martialled for self-inflicted43 wounds," he said. "Would you like a drink of brandy? How did you run into this thing anyway? What were you trying to do? Commit suicide? Antitetanus please, and mark a cross on both legs. Thank you. I'll clean this up a little, wash it out, and put on a dressing. Your blood coagulates beautifully."

The adjutant, looking up from the paper, "What inflicted the wounds?"

The medical captain, "What hit you?"

Me, with the eyes shut, "A trench mortar shell."

The captain, doing things that hurt sharply and severing44 tissue--"Are you sure?"

Me--trying to lie still and feeling my stomach flutter when the flesh was cut, "I think so."

Captain doctor--(interested in something he was finding), "Fragments of enemy trench-mortar shell. Now I'll probe for some of this if you like but it's not necessary. I'll paint all this and--Does that sting? Good, that's nothing to how it will feel later. The pain hasn't started yet. Bring him a glass of brandy. The shock dulls the pain; but this is all right, you have nothing to worry about if it doesn't infect and it rarely does now. How is your head?"

"Good Christ" I said.

"Better not drink too much brandy then. If you've got a fracture you don't want inflammation. How does that feel?"

Sweat ran all over me.

"Good Christ!" I said.

"I guess you've got a fracture all right. I'll wrap you up and don't bounce your head around." He bandaged, his hands moving very fast and the bandage coming taut45 and sure. "All right, good luck and Vive la France."

"He's an American," one of the other captains said.

"I thought you said he was a Frenchman. He talks French," the captain said. "I've known him before. I always thought he was French." He drank a half tumbler of cognac. "Bring on something serious. Get some more of that Antitetanus." The captain waved to me. They lifted me and the blanket-flap went across my face as we went out. Outside the sergeant-adjutant knelt down beside me where I lay, "Name?" he asked softly. "Middle name? First name? Rank? Where born? What class? What corps46?" and so on. "I'm sorry for your head, Tenente. I hope you feel better. I'm sending you now with the English ambulance."

"I'm all right," I said. "Thank you very much." The pain that the major had spoken about had started and all that was happening was without interest or relation. After a while the English ambulance came up and they put me onto a stretcher and lifted the stretcher up to the ambulance level and shoved it in. There was another stretcher by the side with a man on it whose nose I could see, waxy-looking, out of the bandages. He breathed very heavily. There were stretchers lifted and slid into the slings47 above. The tall English driver came around and looked in, "I'll take it very easily," he said. "I hope you'll be comfy." I felt the engine start, felt him climb up into the front seat, felt the brake come off and the clutch go in, then we started. I lay still and let the pain ride.

As the ambulance climbed along the road, it was slow in the traffic, sometimes it stopped, sometimes it backed on a turn, then finally it climbed quite fast. I felt something dripping. At first it dropped slowly and regularly, then it pattered into a stream. I shouted to the driver. He stopped the car and looked in through the hole behind his seat.

"What is it?"

"The man on the stretcher over me has a hemorrhage."

"We're not far from the top. I wouldn't be able to get the stretcher out alone." He started the car. The stream kept on. In the dark I could not see where it came from the canvas overhead. I tried to move sideways so that it did not fall on me. Where it had run down under my shirt it was warm and sticky. I was cold and my leg hurt so that it made me sick. After a while the stream from the stretcher above lessened48 and started to drip again and I heard and felt the canvas above move as the man on the stretcher settled more comfortably.

"How is he?" the Englishman called back.

"We're almost up."

"He's dead I think," I said.

The drops fell very slowly, as they fall from an icicle after the sun has gone. It was cold in the car in the night as the road climbed. At the post on the top they took the stretcher out and put another in and we went on.

 

大路上很拥挤,两边都有玉蜀黍茎秆和草席编成的屏障,头顶也盖有席子,这一来,仿佛走进了马戏场或是一个土著的村子。我们的车子在这草席搭成的隧道里慢慢地行走,一走出来,却是一块清除了草木的空地,那儿本来是个火车站。这儿的路比河岸还要低,在这一段下陷的路上,路边的整段河岸上都有些挖好的洞穴,步兵们就呆在那里边。太阳正在下去,我抬头朝河岸上窥望,望得见奥军的侦察气球飘浮于对岸的小山上,在落日残照中呈黑色。我们把车子停在一个造砖场的外边。砖窑和一些深洞已改造为包扎站。那里有三个医生我认得。我找少校军医谈话,他告诉我进攻一开始,我们的车子就装着伤员往后送,走的路线就是那条用草席遮蔽的路,然后转上沿着山脊走的大路,到达一个救护站,那儿另有车辆转送伤号。他希望那条路不至于拥挤不通。所有的交通全靠这条道路。路上用草席掩蔽,因为不掩蔽的话,就将成为对岸敌军清楚的目标。我们这个砖场有河岸掩护,不至于受到来复枪和机枪的射击。河上本有一条桥,现在已给炸坏了。炮攻一开始,意军准备再搭一条桥,有的部队则打算在上游河湾水浅的地点渡河。少校是个小个子,长着向上翘的小胡子。他曾在利比亚①作战过,制服上佩着两条表明受过伤的条章。他说倘若战事顺利的话,他要给我弄一个勋章。我说希望战事顺利,又说他待我太好了。我问他附近有没有大的掩蔽壕,可以安置司机们,他便派一名士兵领我去。那士兵领我到一个掩蔽壕,地方很不错。司机们很满意,我就把他们安顿在那儿。少校请我同其他两名军官一同喝酒。我们喝的是朗姆酒,大家觉得很和谐。外面的天在黑下来了。我问他进攻什么时候开始,他们说天黑就发动。我踅回去找司机们。他们正坐在掩蔽壕里聊天,我一进去,他们闷声不响了。我递给他们每人一包马其顿香烟,烟草装得松,抽的时候得把烟卷的两头扭紧一下。马内拉打着了他的打火机,挨次递给大家。打火机的形状像是菲亚特牌汽车的引擎冷却器。我把听到的消息告诉了他们。“我们方才下坡时怎么没看见那救护站?”帕西尼问。

“就在我们拐弯的地方过去一点。”

“那条路一定会弄得一团糟,”马内拉说。

“他们准会把我们轰得妈的半死的。”

“也许吧。”

“什么时候吃饭,中尉?一进攻我们可就没机会吃饭啦。”“我现在就去问问看,”我说。

“你要我们呆在这里,还是让我们去四处溜溜?”

“还是呆在这儿吧。”

我回到少校的掩蔽壕,他说战地厨房就要来到,司机们可以来领饭食。倘若他们没有饭盒子,可以在这里借。我说饭盒子他们大概是有的。我回去找司机们,告诉他们饭一来我就通知大家。马内拉说希望在炮攻前开饭。接着,他们又闷声不响了,一直到我出去了才又谈起话来。他们都是机械师,憎恨战争。

我走出去看看车子和外边的情况,随后回到掩蔽壕,跟四名司机坐在一起。我们坐在地上抽烟,背靠着土墙。外边的天几乎全黑了。掩蔽壕里的泥土又暖又干,我让肩头抵在泥墙上,把腰背贴着地,放松休息。

① 利比亚当时为意属殖民地。

“哪一部队发动进攻?”贾武齐问。

“意大利狙击兵。”

“都是狙击兵?”

“大概是吧。”

“如果发动一次真正的进攻,这儿的军队是不够的。”

“这儿或许是虚张声势,真正的进攻可能不在这儿。”

“士兵们知道由哪一部队发动进攻吗?”

“大概不知道吧。”

“他们当然不知道,”马内拉说。“如果知道的话,便不肯出击了。”

“他们还是会出击的,”帕西尼说。“狙击兵尽是些傻瓜。”“人家勇敢,纪律又好,”我说。“谁也不能否认他们长得胸围特大,身体健康。不过他们还是傻瓜。”“掷弹兵也长得高,”马内拉说。这是个笑话。大家都笑了。“中尉,那次你也在场吗?他们不肯出击,结果就每十人中枪决一人。”“不在。”

“事情是真实的,事后人家叫他们排好队伍,每十人中挑一个出来。由宪兵执行枪决。”

“宪兵,”帕西尼轻蔑地往地上唾了一口说。“但是那些掷弹兵个个身高六英尺以上。他们就是不愿出击。”

“如果人人不愿出击,战争就会结束,”马内拉说。

“掷弹兵倒不见得是反对战争。无非是怕死罢了。军官的出身都太高贵了。”

“有些军官单独冲出去了。”

“有名军曹枪决了两位不肯上阵的军官。”

“有一部分士兵也冲出去了。”

“这些冲出去的,倒并没被人家从每十人中挑一人出来枪决啊。”“我有个老乡也被宪兵枪决了,”帕西尼说。“在掷弹兵中他倒是个机灵鬼,长得又高又大,常常呆在罗马。常常跟娘儿们混在一起。常常和宪兵来往。”他哈哈大笑。“现在他家门口经常有名卫兵持着上了刺刀的步枪把守着,不许人家去探望他的母亲、父亲和姐妹,他父亲还给剥夺了公民权,甚至不许投票选举。现在他们都不受法律的保护。随便谁都可以抢夺他们的财产。”

“倘若家里人不会遭遇这种惩罚的话,那就再也没人肯出击了。”“还是有人会肯出击的。阿尔卑斯山部队就肯。那些志愿兵也肯。还有某些狙击兵。”

“狙击兵也有临阵脱逃的。现在大家都装做并没有那么回事似的。”“中尉,你可别让我们这样子谈下去。军队万岁,”帕西尼挖苦地说。“我知道你们是怎样说话的,”我说。“但是只要你们肯开车子,好好地——”

“——还有,只要讲的话别给旁的军官听到,”马内拉接着替我讲完。“照我想,我们总得把这仗打完吧,”我说。“倘若只有单方面停止战争,战争还是要继续下去的。倘若我们停手不打,一定会更糟糕。”“不会更糟糕的,”帕西尼用恭敬的口气说。“没有比战争更糟糕的事情了。”

“战败会更糟糕。”

“我不相信,”帕西尼还是用恭敬的口气说。“战败算是什么?你回家就是了。”

“敌人会来追捕你的。占领你的家。奸污你的姐妹。”

“我才不相信呢,”帕西尼说。“他们可不能对人人都这么做。让各人守住各人的家好啦。把各人的姐妹关在屋子里。”

“人家会绞死你。人家会捉住你,叫你再去当兵。不让你进救护车队,却拉你去当步兵。”

“他们可不能把人人都绞死啊。”

“外国人怎能逼你去当兵,”马内拉说。“打第一仗大家就会跑光。”

“就像捷克人那样。①”“你们大概是一点也不明白被征服的痛苦,所以以为不打紧。”“中尉,”帕西尼说。“我们晓得你是让我们谈的。那么请听。世界上再没有像战争这么坏的事了。我们呆在救护车队里,甚至连体会到战争的坏处都不可能。人家一觉悟到它的恶劣,也没法停止战争,因为觉悟的人发疯了。有些人从来不会发觉战争的坏处。有些人怕军官。战争就是由这种人造成的。”

“我也知道战争的坏处,不过总是要使它打完的。”

“打不完的。战争没有打完的。”

“有打完的。”

帕西尼摇摇头。

“战争不是靠打胜仗取胜的。就算我们占领了圣迦伯烈山,那又怎么样?

我们就是打下了卡索高原、蒙法尔科内和的里雅斯德,②又怎么样?你今天没看见那些遥远的山峰吗?你想我们能够把那些山都抢过来吗?这得奥军停战才行。有一方面必须先停战。我们为什么不先停呢?敌军倘若开进意大利来,他们一呆腻就会走的。他们有他们自己的土地。现在彼此都不让步,于是战争就发生了。”

“你倒是位演说家。”

“我们思想。我们看书读报。我们不是庄稼人。我们是机械师。但是即使是庄稼人,也不见得会相信战争的。人人都憎恨这战争。”“一个国家里有个统治阶级,他们愚蠢,什么都不懂,并且永远不会懂得。战争就是这样打起来的。”

“而且他们还借此发财哩。”

“他们中的大部分也不见得如此,”帕西尼说。“他们太愚蠢了。他们打仗是没有目的性的。只是出于愚蠢。”

“我们别多说了,”马内拉说。“即使在这位中尉跟前,我们也讲得太多了。”

“他倒喜欢听呢,”帕西尼说。“我们能把他感化过来的。”“现在我们可得住嘴了,”马内拉说。

“开饭的时候到了没有,中尉?”贾武齐问。

“我看看去,”我说。高迪尼也站起身,跟我走出去。

“可要我帮什么忙吗,中尉?有什么我可以帮帮忙的?”他是四人中最安静的一个。“你要来就跟我来吧,”我说,“我们看看去。”外面天已黑了,探照灯长长的光柱正在山峰间晃动着。

① 第一次世界大战初期,捷克军团临阵不肯作战,这是奥匈帝国平日压迫少数民族的结果。当时捷克军团相继投降俄军。

② 蒙法尔科内和的里雅斯德都是奥国边境上的重镇,人民则大多是意大利人,这也是意大利参加大战的重要原因之一。

在这条战线上,有装在大卡车上的大型探照灯,你有时夜间赶路看得见,就在近前线的后边,卡车停在路旁,有名军官在指挥灯的移动,他的部下则很惊慌。我们穿过砖场,在包扎总站前停下。入口处上面有绿色树枝的小屏障,在黑暗中,夜风吹动太阳晒干的树枝,发出一片沙沙声。里边有灯光。少校坐在一只木箱上打电话。一名上尉级的军医说,进攻的时间提前了一小时。他请我喝一杯科涅克白兰地。我望望那几张板桌、在灯光下发亮的手术器械、脸盆和拴好的药瓶子。高迪尼站在我后边。少校打好电话,站起身来。“现在开始了,”他说。“并没有提前。”

我望望外面,只见一片黑暗,奥军的探照灯光在我们后边的山岭上移动着。先是安静了一会儿,随后我们后边的大炮都响了起来。“萨伏伊①部队,”少校说。“关于饭食的事,少校,”我说。他没听见。我又说了一遍。“还没有送来。”

一颗大炮弹飞来,就在外边砖场上爆炸。接着又是一声爆炸,在这大爆炸声中,同时还听得见一种比较细小的声响:砖头和泥土像雨一般往下坍落。

“有什么可吃的?”

“我们还有一点面条,”少校说。

“有什么就给我什么好了。”

少校对一名勤务吩咐了几句,勤务走到后边去,回来时带来一铁盆冷的煮通心面。我把它递给高迪尼。

“有没有干酪?”

少校很勉强地对勤务吩咐了一声,勤务又钻到后边的洞里去,出来时带来四分之一只白色干酪。

“多谢你,”我说。

“你们最好别出去。”

外边有人在入口处旁边放下了一件什么东西。来的是两个抬担架的人,其中一个向里面张望。

“抬进来,”少校说。“你们怎么啦?难道要我们到外面去抬他?”抬担架的两人一人抱住伤员的胁下,一人抬腿,把伤员抬了进来。“撕开制服,”少校说。

他手里拿着一把钳子,钳子头上夹着一块纱布。两位上尉级军医各自脱掉了外衣。“你们出去,”少校对抬担架的两人说。

“走吧,”我对高迪尼说。

“你们还是等炮轰停下了再走,”少校掉过头来对我说。“他们要吃东西,”我说。

“那就随你便。”

一到外边,我们冲过砖场。一颗炮弹在河岸附近爆炸了。接着又是一颗,不过我们没有听见,直到猛然有一股气浪逼过来才知道。我们两人连忙扑倒在地上,紧接着爆炸的闪光和撞击声,还有火药的味道,我们听见一阵弹片的呼啸声和砖石的倾落声。高迪尼跳起身朝掩蔽壕直跑。我跟在后边,手里拿着干酪,干酪光滑的表皮上已蒙上了砖灰。掩蔽壕里的三名司机正靠壁而坐,抽着烟卷。

① 萨伏伊为一公国名,原是意大利西北部的一部分,第一次世界大战时期,意大利的王室就是统治该公国的萨伏伊王朝。

“来了,你们诸位爱国者,”我说。

“车子怎么样?”马内拉问。

“没事。”

“中尉,你受惊了吗?”

“妈的,你猜得不错,”我说。

我拿出小刀,打开来,揩揩刀口,切掉干酪肮脏的表皮。贾武齐把那盆通心面递给我。

“你先吃,中尉。”

“不,”我说。“放在地上。大家一道来。”

“可没有叉子。”

“管他妈的,”我用英语讲。

我把干酪切成一片片,放在通心面上。

“坐下来吃吧,”我说。他们坐下了,等待着。我伸出五指去抓面,往上一提。一团面松开了。

“提得高一点,中尉。”

我提起那团面,把手臂伸直,面条终于脱离了盆子。我放下来往嘴巴里送,边吮边咬,咀嚼起来,接着咬了一口干酪,咀嚼一下,喝一口酒。酒味就像生锈的金属。我把饭盒子还给帕西尼。

“坏透了,”他说。“搁得太长久了。我一直把它搁在车子里。”他们都在吃面,人人都把下颔挨在铁盆边,脑袋仰向后边,把面条全部吮进嘴里。我又吃一口,尝一点干酪,用酒漱漱口。有件什么东西落在外面,土地震动了一下。

“不是四二零大炮便是迫击炮,”贾武齐说。

“高山上怎么会有四二零,”我说。

人家有斯科达大炮①。我见过那种炮弹炸开的大坑。”“那是三零五。”我们继续吃下去。外边有一种咳嗽声,好像是火车头在开动的声音,接着又是一声震撼大地的爆炸。

“这不是个很深的掩蔽壕,”帕西尼说。

“那是一门巨型迫击炮。”

“是的,中尉。”

我吃完我那份干酪,灌了一口酒。在旁的声响中间我听见了一声咳嗽,接着是一阵乞—乞—乞—乞的响声——随后是一条闪光,好像熔炉门突然扭开似的,接着是轰隆一声,先是白后是红,跟着一股疾风扑进来。我努力呼吸,可是没法子呼吸,只觉得灵魂冲出了躯体,往外飘,往外飘,一直在风中飘。我的灵魂一下子全出了窍,我知道我已经死了,如果以为是刚刚死去,那就错了。随后我就飘浮起来,不是往前飘,反而是溜回来。我一呼吸,就溜回来了。地面已被炸裂,有一块炸裂的木椽就在我头前。我头一颤动,听见有人在哭。我以为有人在哀叫。我想动,但是动不了。我听见对岸和沿河河岸上的机枪声和步枪声。有一声响亮的溅水声,我看见一些照明弹在往上升,接着炸裂了,一片白光在天上飘浮着,火箭也射上去了,还听见炸弹声,这一切都是一刹间的事,随后我听见附近有人在说:“我的妈啊!噢,我的妈啊!”我拼命拔,拼命扭,终于抽出了双腿,转过身去摸摸他。原来是帕西尼,我一碰他,他便死命叫痛。

① 斯科达是捷克著名的兵工厂的名字,当时捷克属于奥匈帝国。

他的两腿朝着我,我在暗中和光中看出他两条腿的膝盖以上全给炸烂了。有一条腿全没了,另一条腿还由腱和裤子的一部分勉强连着,炸剩的残肢在抖着扭着,仿佛已经脱节似的。他咬咬胳臂,哼叫道:“噢,我的妈,我的妈啊,”接着是“天主保佑您,马利亚。保佑您,马利亚。噢耶稣开枪打死我吧基督打死我吧我的妈我的妈噢最纯洁可爱的马利亚打死我吧。停住痛。停住痛。停住痛。噢耶稣可爱的马利亚停住痛。噢噢噢噢”,接着是一阵窒息声,“妈啊我的妈啊。”过后他静了下来,咬着胳臂,腿的残端在颤抖着。

“担架兵!”我两手合拢在嘴边做成一个杯形,大声喊道。“担架兵!”我想贴近帕西尼,给他腿上缚上一条带子来止血,但是我无法动弹。我又试了一次,我的腿稍为挪动了一点。我能用双臂和双肘支着身体往后拖。帕西尼现在安静了。我坐在他旁边,解开我的制服,想把我的衬衫的后摆撕下来。衬衫撕不下来,我只好用嘴巴咬住布的边沿来撕。这时我才想起了他的绑腿布。我穿的是羊毛袜子,帕西尼却裹着绑腿布。司机们都用绑腿布,但是帕西尼现在可只剩一条腿了。我动手解下绑腿布,在解的时候,发觉已不必再绑什么止血带,因为他已经死了。我摸了他一下,可真是死了。还有那三名司机得找一找。我坐直了身子,这一来才觉得我脑袋里有什么东西在动,就像洋娃娃会转动的眼睛后面附着铁块,它在我眼珠后面冲撞了一下。我的双腿又暖又湿,鞋子里边也是又湿又暖。我知道我受了伤,就俯下身子去摸摸膝盖。我的膝盖没了。我的手伸进去,才发觉膝盖原来在小腿上。我在衬衫上擦擦手,当时又有一道照明弹的光很慢很慢地往下落,我看看我的腿,心里着实害怕。噢,上帝啊,我说,救我离开这里吧。不过我晓得还有三个司机。本来一共是四个。帕西尼死了。剩下了三个。有人从胁下抱起我来,又有一人抬起了我的双腿。

“还有三个,”我说。“一个死了。”

“我是马内拉。我们出去找担架,找不着。你可好,中尉?”“高迪尼和贾武齐在哪儿?”

“高迪尼在急救站,在包扎中。贾武齐正抬着你的腿。抱牢我的脖子,中尉。你伤得很厉害吗?”

“在腿上,高迪尼怎么啦?”

“他没事。这是颗大型的迫击炮弹。”

“帕西尼死了。”

“是的。他死了。”

一颗炮弹在附近掉下,他们俩都扑倒在地上,把我扔下了。“对不起,中尉,”马内拉说。“抱牢我的脖子。”

“可别把我再摔下啦。”

“那是因为我们惊慌失措了。”

“你们都没受伤吗?”

“都只受了一点点伤。”

“高迪尼能开车吗?”

“恐怕不行了。”

我们到急救站之前,他们又把我摔下了一次。

“你们这些狗娘养的,”我说。

“对不起,中尉,”马内拉说。“我们以后不敢了。”

在救护站外,我们这许多伤员躺在黑暗中的地面上。人家把伤员抬进抬出。包扎站的幔子打开,把伤员抬进抬出时,我看得见里边的灯光。死去的都搁在一边。军医们把袖子卷到肩膀上,一身是血,活像屠夫一般。担架不够用。伤员中除了少数在哼叫外,大多数默然无声。在包扎站门上作为遮蔽物的树叶子给风刮得沙沙响,黑夜越来越寒冷了。时时有担架员走进来,放下担架,卸下伤员,接着又走了。我一到包扎站,马内拉就找来一名中士军医,他给我两条腿都扎上绷带。他说伤口上的污泥太多,所以血并不流得太厉害。他说等他们一有空就来医治我。他回到里边去了。马内拉说,高迪尼开不了车子。他的肩头中了弹片,头上也受了伤。他本来不觉得怎么样,现在肩头可绷紧起来了。他正坐在附近一道砖墙边。马内拉同贾武齐各自开车运走了一批伤员。幸喜他们俩还能开车。英国救护队带来三部救护车,每部车上配备有两个人。其中有一名司机由高迪尼领着向我走过来,高迪尼本人看去非常苍白,一副病容。那英国人弯下身来。“你伤得厉害吗?”他问。他是个高个子,戴着钢框眼镜。“腿上受了伤。”

“希望不至于很严重。来支烟吧?”

“谢谢。”

“他们告诉我说你有两名司机不中用了。”

“是的。一个死了,还有就是领你来的这一位。”

“真倒运。你们的车子由我们来开怎么样?”

“我正有这个意思。”

“我们一定很当心,事后原车送回别墅。你们的地址是206 号吧?”“是的。”

“那地方挺不错。我以前见过你。他们说你是美国人。”

“对。”

“我是英国人。”

“当真?”

“我是英国人。难道你以为我是意大利人?我们有支部队里有些意大利人。”

“你们肯替我们开车,那是再好也没有了,”我说。

“我们一定十分当心,”他挺直了身子。“你的这位司机很焦急,一定要我来看你。”说着他拍拍高迪尼的肩头。高迪尼缩缩身子,笑笑。英国人突然讲起流利纯正的意大利语来。“现在一切都安排好了。我见过了你们的中尉。你们的两部车子由我接管。你们现在不必操心了。”他又转而对我说:“我一定设法弄你出去。我找医疗队的大亨去。我们把你一道运回去。”他朝包扎站走去,一步一步小心地走,怕踩在地上伤员的身上。我看见毛毯给揭开,灯光射出,他走了进去。

“他会照顾你的,中尉,”高迪尼说。

“你好吧,弗兰哥?”“我没事。”他在我身边坐下来。一会儿,包扎站门前的毛毯揭开了,两名担架员走出来,后面跟着那高个子英国人。他领他们到我身边来。“就是这位美国中尉,”他用意大利话说。

“我还是等一等吧,”我说。“还有比我伤得更厉害的人哪。我没什么。”

“算了算了,”他说。“别装该死的英雄啦。”随后用意大利语说:“抬他的双腿可要十分小心。他的腿很疼。他是威尔逊①总统的嫡亲公子。”他们把我抬起,抬我进包扎站。里面所有的桌子上都有人在动手术。那小个子少校狠狠地瞪了我们一眼。他倒还认得我,挥挥钳子说:

“你好吗?”

“好。”

“我把他带来了,”那高个子英国人用意大利语说。“他是美国大使的独生子。我把他放在这儿,等你们一有空就医治他。治好就随我的第一批伤员运回去。”他弯下身来对我说:“我现在找他们的副官去,先填好你的病历卡,省得耽误时间。”他弯着身走出包扎站的门。少校这时拉开钳子,把它丢进盆子里。我的眼睛跟着他的手移动。现在他在扎绷带。过了一会儿,担架员把桌子上的人抬走了。

“美国中尉由我来,”有一名上尉级的军医说。人家把我抬上桌子。桌面又硬又滑。有许多种浓烈的气味,其中有化学药品味,也有甜滋滋的人血味。他们卸下我的裤子,上尉军医一边工作,一边讲话,叫中士级副官记录下来:左右大腿、左右膝盖和右脚上多处肤伤。右膝和右脚有深伤。头皮炸伤(他用探针探了一下——痛吗?——啊唷,痛!)头盖可能有骨折。执勤时受伤。加上这一句,免得军法处说你是自伤,”他说。“来一口白兰地怎么样?你究竟怎么会碰上这一个的?你预备怎么啦?自杀?请打一针防破伤风的,两条腿都划上个十字记号。谢谢。我先把伤口弄弄干净,洗一洗,再用绷带包起来。你的血凝结得真好。”

填病历卡的副官抬起头来问:“伤的原因呢?”

上尉问我:“什么东西打中你的?”

我闭着眼睛回答:“一颗迫击炮弹。”

上尉一边在我伤口上动很疼痛的手术,割裂肌肉组织,一边问道:“你有把握吗?”我极力安静地躺着,虽则肉一被割,就感觉到胃也跟着颤抖起来,我说:“大概是吧。”

上尉军医找到了一些什么东西,很感兴趣,说:“找到敌军迫击炮弹的碎片啦。你同意的话,我想多找出一些,不过现在没必要。我把伤口都涂上药,然后——这样疼不疼?好,这比起将来的疼痛,可算不上什么。真正的疼痛还没开始哪。给他倒杯白兰地来。一时的震惊叫疼痛暂时麻木下来;但是也没有什么,不要担心,只要伤口不感染,目前情形下很少会感染。你的头怎么样?”

“好基督啊!”我说。

“那么白兰地别喝太多吧。倘若你的头骨骨折,可就要防止发炎。这样你觉得怎么样?”

我全身出汗。

“好基督啊!”我说。

“我看,你的头盖可真的骨折啦。我把你包起来,免得你的头东碰西撞。”

他开始包扎,他双手的动作很快,绷带扎得又紧又稳。“好了,祝你交好运,法兰西万岁!”

“他是美国人,”另外一位上尉说。

“我以为你说过他是法国人。他讲法语,”上尉说。“我早就认得他。我总以为他是个法国人。”他喝了半大杯科涅克白兰地。“把重伤的送上来。多拿些防破伤风的疫苗来。”上尉对我挥挥手。

① 威尔逊是美国当时的总统,这时美国尚未正式参战。

人家把我抬起来,我们出去时,门上的毛毯打在我脸上。到了外边,中士副官跪在我的旁边。“贵姓?”他轻轻地问。“中名①?教名?军衔?籍贯?哪一级?哪一军团?”等等。“我很关心你头上的伤,中尉。希望你好过一点。我现在把你交给英国救护车。”

“我没什么,”我说。“非常感谢。”方才少校所说的疼痛现在开始了,我对眼前发生的一切事情都不感兴趣,觉得无关紧要了。过了一会儿,英国救护车开到了,人家把我放在担架上,抬起担架,推进救护车。我旁边放有另外一张担架,那人整个脸都扎了绷带,只看得见鼻子,像蜡制的一般。他呼吸沉重极了。我上边那些吊圈上也搁了一些担架。那个高个子英国司机绕过来,朝里望。“我一定稳稳当当地开车,”他说。“希望你舒服。”我感觉到引擎启动了,感觉到他爬上了车子的前座,感觉到他拉开了刹车,扳上离合器杆,于是我们启程了。我躺着不动,任凭伤口的疼痛持续下去。

救护车在路上开得很慢,有时停下,有时倒车拐弯,最后才开始迅速爬山。我觉得有什么东西在滴下来。起初滴得又慢又匀称,随即潺潺流个不停。我向司机嚷叫起来。他停住车,从车座后那个窗洞望进来。

“什么事?”

“我上边那张担架上的人在流血。”

“我们离山顶不远了。我一个人没法抬出那张担架。”他又开车了。血流个不停。在黑暗中,我看不清血是从头顶上方的帆布上的什么地方流下来的。我竭力把身体往旁边挪,免得血流在我身上。有些血已经流进我衬衫里面,我觉得又暖又粘。我身子冷,腿又疼得那么厉害,难过得想呕吐。过了一会儿,上边担架上的流血缓和下来,又开始一滴一滴地掉了,我听到并感觉到上边的帆布在动,原来那人比较舒服地安定下来了。

“他怎么啦?”英国人回过头来问。“我们快到山顶啦。”

“他大概死了,”我说。

血滴得很慢很慢,仿佛太阳落山后冰柱上滴下的水珠。山路往上爬,车子里很寒冷,夜气森森。到了峰巅的救护站,有人抬出那张担架,另外抬了一张放进来,于是我们又赶路了。

① 中名:西方习俗,除了教名外,中间还有一个名字,纪念父母或亲戚朋友。


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1 villa xHayI     
n.别墅,城郊小屋
参考例句:
  • We rented a villa in France for the summer holidays.我们在法国租了一幢别墅消夏。
  • We are quartered in a beautiful villa.我们住在一栋漂亮的别墅里。
2 infantry CbLzf     
n.[总称]步兵(部队)
参考例句:
  • The infantry were equipped with flame throwers.步兵都装备有喷火器。
  • We have less infantry than the enemy.我们的步兵比敌人少。
3 dressing 1uOzJG     
n.(食物)调料;包扎伤口的用品,敷料
参考例句:
  • Don't spend such a lot of time in dressing yourself.别花那么多时间来打扮自己。
  • The children enjoy dressing up in mother's old clothes.孩子们喜欢穿上妈妈旧时的衣服玩。
4 ridge KDvyh     
n.山脊;鼻梁;分水岭
参考例句:
  • We clambered up the hillside to the ridge above.我们沿着山坡费力地爬上了山脊。
  • The infantry were advancing to attack the ridge.步兵部队正在向前挺进攻打山脊。
5 lighter 5pPzPR     
n.打火机,点火器;驳船;v.用驳船运送;light的比较级
参考例句:
  • The portrait was touched up so as to make it lighter.这张画经过润色,色调明朗了一些。
  • The lighter works off the car battery.引燃器利用汽车蓄电池打火。
6 fiat EkYx2     
n.命令,法令,批准;vt.批准,颁布
参考例句:
  • The opening of a market stall is governed by municipal fiat.开设市场摊位受市政法令管制。
  • He has tried to impose solutions to the country's problems by fiat.他试图下令强行解决该国的问题。
7 radiator nTHxu     
n.暖气片,散热器
参考例句:
  • The two ends of the pipeline are connected with the radiator.管道的两端与暖气片相连接。
  • Top up the radiator before making a long journey.在长途旅行前加满散热器。
8 lieutenant X3GyG     
n.陆军中尉,海军上尉;代理官员,副职官员
参考例句:
  • He was promoted to be a lieutenant in the army.他被提升为陆军中尉。
  • He prevailed on the lieutenant to send in a short note.他说动那个副官,递上了一张简短的便条进去。
9 stew 0GTz5     
n.炖汤,焖,烦恼;v.炖汤,焖,忧虑
参考例句:
  • The stew must be boiled up before serving.炖肉必须煮熟才能上桌。
  • There's no need to get in a stew.没有必要烦恼。
10 afterward fK6y3     
adv.后来;以后
参考例句:
  • Let's go to the theatre first and eat afterward. 让我们先去看戏,然后吃饭。
  • Afterward,the boy became a very famous artist.后来,这男孩成为一个很有名的艺术家。
11 spat pFdzJ     
n.口角,掌击;v.发出呼噜呼噜声
参考例句:
  • Her parents always have spats.她的父母经常有些小的口角。
  • There is only a spat between the brother and sister.那只是兄妹间的小吵小闹。
12 sergeant REQzz     
n.警官,中士
参考例句:
  • His elder brother is a sergeant.他哥哥是个警官。
  • How many stripes are there on the sleeve of a sergeant?陆军中士的袖子上有多少条纹?
13 sarcastically sarcastically     
adv.挖苦地,讽刺地
参考例句:
  • 'What a surprise!' Caroline murmured sarcastically.“太神奇了!”卡罗琳轻声挖苦道。
  • Pierce mocked her and bowed sarcastically. 皮尔斯嘲笑她,讽刺地鞠了一躬。
14 orator hJwxv     
n.演说者,演讲者,雄辩家
参考例句:
  • He was so eloquent that he cut down the finest orator.他能言善辩,胜过最好的演说家。
  • The orator gestured vigorously while speaking.这位演讲者讲话时用力地做手势。
15 rustled f68661cf4ba60e94dc1960741a892551     
v.发出沙沙的声音( rustle的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • He rustled his papers. 他把试卷弄得沙沙地响。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Leaves rustled gently in the breeze. 树叶迎着微风沙沙作响。 来自《简明英汉词典》
16 spoke XryyC     
n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说
参考例句:
  • They sourced the spoke nuts from our company.他们的轮辐螺帽是从我们公司获得的。
  • The spokes of a wheel are the bars that connect the outer ring to the centre.辐条是轮子上连接外圈与中心的条棒。
17 grudgingly grudgingly     
参考例句:
  • He grudgingly acknowledged having made a mistake. 他勉强承认他做错了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Their parents unwillingly [grudgingly] consented to the marriage. 他们的父母无可奈何地应允了这门亲事。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
18 slit tE0yW     
n.狭长的切口;裂缝;vt.切开,撕裂
参考例句:
  • The coat has been slit in two places.这件外衣有两处裂开了。
  • He began to slit open each envelope.他开始裁开每个信封。
19 tunic IGByZ     
n.束腰外衣
参考例句:
  • The light loose mantle was thrown over his tunic.一件轻质宽大的斗蓬披在上衣外面。
  • Your tunic and hose match ill with that jewel,young man.你的外套和裤子跟你那首饰可不相称呢,年轻人。
20 rattle 5Alzb     
v.飞奔,碰响;激怒;n.碰撞声;拨浪鼓
参考例句:
  • The baby only shook the rattle and laughed and crowed.孩子只是摇着拨浪鼓,笑着叫着。
  • She could hear the rattle of the teacups.她听见茶具叮当响。
21 strands d184598ceee8e1af7dbf43b53087d58b     
n.(线、绳、金属线、毛发等的)股( strand的名词复数 );缕;海洋、湖或河的)岸;(观点、计划、故事等的)部份v.使滞留,使搁浅( strand的第三人称单数 )
参考例句:
  • Twist a length of rope from strands of hemp. 用几股麻搓成了一段绳子。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • She laced strands into a braid. 她把几股线编织成一根穗带。 来自《简明英汉词典》
22 rusty hYlxq     
adj.生锈的;锈色的;荒废了的
参考例句:
  • The lock on the door is rusty and won't open.门上的锁锈住了。
  • I haven't practiced my French for months and it's getting rusty.几个月不用,我的法语又荒疏了。
23 rinse BCozs     
v.用清水漂洗,用清水冲洗
参考例句:
  • Give the cup a rinse.冲洗一下杯子。
  • Don't just rinse the bottles. Wash them out carefully.别只涮涮瓶子,要仔细地洗洗里面。
24 trench VJHzP     
n./v.(挖)沟,(挖)战壕
参考例句:
  • The soldiers recaptured their trench.兵士夺回了战壕。
  • The troops received orders to trench the outpost.部队接到命令在前哨周围筑壕加强防卫。
25 mortar 9EsxR     
n.灰浆,灰泥;迫击炮;v.把…用灰浆涂接合
参考例句:
  • The mason flushed the joint with mortar.泥工用灰浆把接缝处嵌平。
  • The sound of mortar fire seemed to be closing in.迫击炮的吼声似乎正在逼近。
26 jolt ck1y2     
v.(使)摇动,(使)震动,(使)颠簸
参考例句:
  • We were worried that one tiny jolt could worsen her injuries.我们担心稍微颠簸一下就可能会使她的伤势恶化。
  • They were working frantically in the fear that an aftershock would jolt the house again.他们拼命地干着,担心余震可能会使房子再次受到震动。
27 stump hGbzY     
n.残株,烟蒂,讲演台;v.砍断,蹒跚而走
参考例句:
  • He went on the stump in his home state.他到故乡所在的州去发表演说。
  • He used the stump as a table.他把树桩用作桌子。
28 twitched bb3f705fc01629dc121d198d54fa0904     
vt.& vi.(使)抽动,(使)颤动(twitch的过去式与过去分词形式)
参考例句:
  • Her lips twitched with amusement. 她忍俊不禁地颤动着嘴唇。
  • The child's mouth twitched as if she were about to cry. 这小孩的嘴抽动着,像是要哭。 来自《简明英汉词典》
29 twitching 97f99ba519862a2bc691c280cee4d4cf     
n.颤搐
参考例句:
  • The child in a spasm kept twitching his arms and legs. 那个害痉挛的孩子四肢不断地抽搐。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • My eyelids keep twitching all the time. 我眼皮老是跳。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
30 tourniquet fnYwf     
n.止血器,绞压器,驱血带
参考例句:
  • Twist the tourniquet tighter.把止血带扎紧点。
  • The tourniquet should occlude venous and lymphatic return.止血带应阻断静脉及淋巴回流。
31 Undid 596b2322b213e046510e91f0af6a64ad     
v. 解开, 复原
参考例句:
  • The officer undid the flap of his holster and drew his gun. 军官打开枪套盖拔出了手枪。
  • He did wrong, and in the end his wrongs undid him. 行恶者终以其恶毁其身。
32 bower xRZyU     
n.凉亭,树荫下凉快之处;闺房;v.荫蔽
参考例句:
  • They sat under the leafy bower at the end of the garden and watched the sun set.他们坐在花园尽头由叶子搭成的凉棚下观看落日。
  • Mrs. Quilp was pining in her bower.奎尔普太太正在她的闺房里度着愁苦的岁月。
33 stiffened de9de455736b69d3f33bb134bba74f63     
加强的
参考例句:
  • He leaned towards her and she stiffened at this invasion of her personal space. 他向她俯过身去,这种侵犯她个人空间的举动让她绷紧了身子。
  • She stiffened with fear. 她吓呆了。
34 winced 7be9a27cb0995f7f6019956af354c6e4     
赶紧避开,畏缩( wince的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • He winced as the dog nipped his ankle. 狗咬了他的脚腕子,疼得他龇牙咧嘴。
  • He winced as a sharp pain shot through his left leg. 他左腿一阵剧痛疼得他直龇牙咧嘴。
35 bloody kWHza     
adj.非常的的;流血的;残忍的;adv.很;vt.血染
参考例句:
  • He got a bloody nose in the fight.他在打斗中被打得鼻子流血。
  • He is a bloody fool.他是一个十足的笨蛋。
36 legitimate L9ZzJ     
adj.合法的,合理的,合乎逻辑的;v.使合法
参考例句:
  • Sickness is a legitimate reason for asking for leave.生病是请假的一个正当的理由。
  • That's a perfectly legitimate fear.怀有这种恐惧完全在情理之中。
37 bent QQ8yD     
n.爱好,癖好;adj.弯的;决心的,一心的
参考例句:
  • He was fully bent upon the project.他一心扑在这项计划上。
  • We bent over backward to help them.我们尽了最大努力帮助他们。
38 doorway 2s0xK     
n.门口,(喻)入门;门路,途径
参考例句:
  • They huddled in the shop doorway to shelter from the rain.他们挤在商店门口躲雨。
  • Mary suddenly appeared in the doorway.玛丽突然出现在门口。
39 dictating 9b59a64fc77acba89b2fa4a927b010fe     
v.大声讲或读( dictate的现在分词 );口授;支配;摆布
参考例句:
  • The manager was dictating a letter to the secretary. 经理在向秘书口授信稿。 来自辞典例句
  • Her face is impassive as she listens to Miller dictating the warrant for her arrest. 她毫无表情地在听米勒口述拘留她的证书。 来自辞典例句
40 thigh RItzO     
n.大腿;股骨
参考例句:
  • He is suffering from a strained thigh muscle.他的大腿肌肉拉伤了,疼得很。
  • The thigh bone is connected to the hip bone.股骨连着髋骨。
41 skull CETyO     
n.头骨;颅骨
参考例句:
  • The skull bones fuse between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five.头骨在15至25岁之间长合。
  • He fell out of the window and cracked his skull.他从窗子摔了出去,跌裂了颅骨。
42 incurred a782097e79bccb0f289640bab05f0f6c     
[医]招致的,遭受的; incur的过去式
参考例句:
  • She had incurred the wrath of her father by marrying without his consent 她未经父亲同意就结婚,使父亲震怒。
  • We will reimburse any expenses incurred. 我们将付还所有相关费用。
43 inflicted cd6137b3bb7ad543500a72a112c6680f     
把…强加给,使承受,遭受( inflict的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • They inflicted a humiliating defeat on the home team. 他们使主队吃了一场很没面子的败仗。
  • Zoya heroically bore the torture that the Fascists inflicted upon her. 卓娅英勇地承受法西斯匪徒加在她身上的酷刑。
44 severing 03ba12fb016b421f1fdaea1351e38cb3     
v.切断,断绝( sever的现在分词 );断,裂
参考例句:
  • The death of a second parent is like severing an umbilical cord to our past. 父母当中第二个人去世,就象斩断了把我们同过去联在一起的纽带。 来自辞典例句
  • The severing theory and severing method for brittle block are studied. 研究裂纹技术应用于分离脆性块体的分离理论和分离方法。 来自互联网
45 taut iUazb     
adj.拉紧的,绷紧的,紧张的
参考例句:
  • The bowstring is stretched taut.弓弦绷得很紧。
  • Scarlett's taut nerves almost cracked as a sudden noise sounded in the underbrush near them. 思嘉紧张的神经几乎一下绷裂了,因为她听见附近灌木丛中突然冒出的一个声音。
46 corps pzzxv     
n.(通信等兵种的)部队;(同类作的)一组
参考例句:
  • The medical corps were cited for bravery in combat.医疗队由于在战场上的英勇表现而受嘉奖。
  • When the war broke out,he volunteered for the Marine Corps.战争爆发时,他自愿参加了海军陆战队。
47 slings f2758954d212a95d896b60b993cd5651     
抛( sling的第三人称单数 ); 吊挂; 遣送; 押往
参考例句:
  • "Don't you fear the threat of slings, Perched on top of Branches so high?" 矫矫珍木巅,得无金丸惧? 来自英汉 - 翻译样例 - 文学
  • Used for a variety of things including slings and emergency tie-offs. 用于绳套,设置保护点,或者紧急情况下打结。
48 lessened 6351a909991322c8a53dc9baa69dda6f     
减少的,减弱的
参考例句:
  • Listening to the speech through an interpreter lessened its impact somewhat. 演讲辞通过翻译的嘴说出来,多少削弱了演讲的力量。
  • The flight to suburbia lessened the number of middle-class families living within the city. 随着迁往郊外的风行,住在城内的中产家庭减少了。


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