Drummed their boots on the camion floor,
Hob-nailed boots on the camion floor.
Sergeants stiff,
Corporals sore.
Lieutenant thought of a Mestre whore —
Warm and soft and sleepy whore,
Cozy, warm and lovely whore;
Damned cold, bitter, rotten ride,
Winding road up the Grappa side.
Arditi on benches stiff and cold,
Pride of their country stiff and cold,
Bristly faces, dirty hides —
Infantry marches, Arditi rides.
Grey, cold, bitter, sullen ride —
To splintered pines on the Grappa side
At Asalone, where the truck-load died.
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On Riparto D'Assalto
Such a march into battle. Could nearly hear the sound of boots, the change of arms. Those faces, grim, yet filled with pride. A batallion of men, marching, carrying arms, moving in steady pace to meet their end. And all preapred to go.
It hasn't changed all that much.
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This poem has some phenominal ideas that will be remembered for the ages -
I am more a fan of Hemingways now than before, and I thought that was impossible.
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Quite an excellent war poem
Easy to read, conveyed the dirty, ugliness of war with the leiutenants thouhts of carnsl things. Wouls deduct points for the rhyming where the same word is use to produce a rhyme. Floor, floor, whore, whore,cold cold. I believe Hemingway took part in the Italian Campaign of WW1 -
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He did!
And wrote the novel, "A Farewell to Arms" from that very experience.
Ron Wiseman from QLD Australia.
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Whew. All those rhymes makes my head spin. But they were done well, and I do recognize the poetic value of this piece. Though most of it goes over my poor head. Asalone, arditi, Mestre?
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