European Stars And Stripes (Newspaper) - April 16, 1989, Darmstadt, Hesse At Pant in position a lop a Rocky crag near the austrian Frontier in wet historian Gianni Pieropan fright Points to a map of the Region etched on a Monument in British military cemetery near Talago. Alpoim mystique was an Alpine. I fought on the snows of the Alps and to still to alive to utter the words to have b survived in those Frozen cathedrals of Rock thai seemed to float through the snowy Clouds toward god Loop a spirit hat almost had to be made of Rock. Few soldiers anywhere gained More Honor or moved in such a special Aura than those who wore the Feather. Of the Black Eagle in their Green Caps and ought in the great mountains that separate Italy and Austria. Ernest Hemingway Fri. 1 a i. S. N to arms by Don tag Stafl writer it was hem s War too. The one he Wold Neve Toigel he was making tog Bucks 115 a week As reporter Foi the Kansas City Star but he wanted Cal action and lha feat action was Over there. Ernest Hemingway was going on 19, and he got Over Ihre the Besl Way to could. He could t join lha army because of defective Viown in his let Eye so he linked up Wilh the american red Cross Asen ambulance Driver and hander out Otic Garlitos and Candy in Ine italian Toril anything to get near tha sound of guns. The Romance of Ball e. And it nearly got him killed. His first War first wounds but f that s what in took gentlemen to would say that s wha it took alter All it got him material or one Olmo Geol War novels a Faro Tel to Aims to the memory o Ernes Hemingway and ambulance Drivers of he. American red Crossa Tsuchio. " Are the words etched Maiblom plaque just inside the Entrance of the tool factory Fischio in Northern Italy. It s easy to track Young hem s War. The a rfcs of things Haven t changed much.the-110-year of two Story pain peeling red Brick Wool factory temporarily Abandons during world War i is again Back being a Wool factory. Then in was the for the daring Young Volunteer ambulance Drivers who slept drank a Fotofi wine in scrumptious abode the Schizo country club they wore uniforms and held the rank of provisional acting second lieutenants. Things were prety informal. Well a Hemingway wrote in Juno of 1918, Here to Are a this old Italy to. Well Al i am now an officer. But the trouble is All she other Fellows Are too share. Ain t no privates in our army Al and the Captain is called a chef. But he Don t took id Maas Iho he can Cook a dam the country club sat in the Shadow of mount. Pas Bio. 9 Mountain so full Dfwar they re still picking out pieces of in Iho corpses and shells to this Day Hemingway and the others drove big lumbering fits painted battleship Gray crosses on top up the Cor screwing curves i Pas Bio where the shells crashed in great splat Werings of rocks and Snow time the action on Pas Bio calmed Down and Hemingway grow to fed up. Real scenery he Lold his pals but who came to see scenery. What he had come Lor was happening Down on the lower wave River the fighting had shifted with italian troops heavily dug in along the West Bank exchanging Fife Wilh austrians and hungarians across the River. Hemingway volunteered again his now Job found him Riding Lothe Fronton a bicycle from he Baltero town of up Salta handing out cigarettes chocolate and postcards i oops. a Warrior s Job title but i got him close to Iho sound of guns and a Najiy go Amanca s great future Amer snuffed before he d hard started writing one hoi and noon Ess july night Young hem peddled toward the River with his Bike leaned it against the Wall of a command Post and ducked into the trenches carrying his goodies to the troops. They were amused at the eager american trying o talk tils pidgin Kalian. Star shells were going up bursting in flowering of White yellow Light casting strange shadows in the trenches along the River the shelling had been Light but shortly after Midnight it grew much heavier and in the Forward listening Post where Hemingway was they All heard it coming in a big one big As a five gallon drum the sound of it unforgettable Chiun Schuh a Tiu there was a hash Hemingway wrote in a Farewell of r/7ts. "as1 when a blast Furnace door is swung open and a Roar that started White and went red he was in the Middle of the Furnace the explosion Tore at his logs filled wih hundreds of pieces of shrapnel Felt As if he were wearing rubber boots jilted with warm water i Irlam ," he my breath would not come., tha ground was torn up and in Iron of my head Thorf was a splintered beam of. a heard an italian Soldier crying piteously. Despite the wounds a picked up Iho Soldier in a fireman s carry staggered Back toward a command Posl with fee Soldier bleeding All Over my. About so Yards later a machine gun Bullet cracked like an icy right leg. Down in a sprawl they went. The future adventure writer never remembered getting up. Did t remember How he made it Back with he wounded italian another. 100 Yards to a blasted dressing station where nothing remained but a rootless shed. Sut he made ii delivered to Soldier into the hands of Stretcher bearers and passed out. When he awoke he heard the crying of Iho wounded and dying All around him in that vetting he would say later it seemed almost mor Natura to n to live lot of people Are still making it Back to where Hemingway was wounded on the West Bank of the Prave. Indeed say tha local people some 5,000 came Back last july alone including one of his sons. Page 16 the stars and stripes sunday apr ,16,1989
