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re very painful。 He is the legitimate 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 bent 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 doorway 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 menced dictating to the sergeant…adjutant while he worked； 〃Multiple superficial wounds of the left and right thigh 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 skull。 Incurred in the line of duty。 That's what keeps you from being court…martialled for self…inflicted wounds；〃 he said。 〃Would you like a drink of
