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ide my shirt and trousers so that it was inside the leg of my breeches。 I slept all night； waking at Brescia and Verona when more men got on the train； but going back to sleep at once。 I had my head on one of the musettes and my arms around the other and I could feel the pack and they could all walk over me if they wouldn't step on me。 Men were sleeping on the floor all down the corridor。 Others stood holding on to the window rods or leaning against the doors。 That train was always crowded。
BOOK THREE
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Now in the fall the trees were all bare and the roads were muddy。 I rode to Gorizia from Udine on a camion。 We passed other camions on the road and I looked at the country。 The mulberry trees were bare and the fields were brown。 There were wet dead leaves on the road from the rows of bare trees and men were working on the road； tamping stone in the ruts from piles of crushed stone along the side of the road between the trees。 We saw the town with a mist over it that cut off the mountains。 We crossed the river and I saw that it was running high。 It had been raining in the mountains。 We came into the town past the factories and then the houses and villas and I saw that many more houses had been hit。 On a narrow street we passed a British Red Cross ambulance。 The driver wore a cap and his face was thin and very tanned。 I did not know him。 I got down from the camion in the big square in front of the Town Major's house； the driver handed down my rucksack a
