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e were not enough stretchers。 Some of the wounded were noisy but most were quiet。 The wind blew the leaves in the bower 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 stiffened。 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 e 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 villa。
