A Farewell To Arms
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farewell to arms. By Ernest Hemingway. Read by Michael Spider. Chapter Nine. The road was crowded and there were screens of corn stock and straw matting on both sides and matting over the top, so that it was like the entrance at a circus or native village. We drove slowly in this matter, uncovered tunnel and came out onto a bear 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 infantry 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 ovens in some deep holes had been equipped as dressing 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 screen road and up the main road along the ridge 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 riverbank. There was one smash bridge across the river. They were going to put over another bridge when the bombardment started and some troops went through across the shallows above the bend of the river. The major was a little man with upturned moustache is he had been in the war in Libya and war to wound stripes. 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 to 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 that and I left two other officers. We drank rum and it was very friendly. Outside it was getting dark. I asked what time the attack was to be there 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 the stop I gave them each a package of cigarettes. Macedonia's loosely packed cigarettes and spilled tobacco and needed to have the ends twisted before you smoke them. Menorah lit his lighter and passed it around. The lighter was shaped like a fiat radiator. I told them what I heard