Photograph by courtesy of the Italian Military Mission 



commander's quarters ox cimo palombino: dolomite alps 



This picture of a commanding officer's headquarters hut was taken on a morning follow- 

 ing a hlizzard in the mountains. At the right, what looks to be simply icicles and snow is 

 really the weekly wash hung out to dry. but caught in the storm and covered. with frozen 

 sleet. The opening between the two men in the foreground is the entrance to the tunnel 

 which leads to the artillery observation post on the opposite side of the peak toward the 

 enemy. 



in two days, but shall be here for four, 

 seeing hospitals, orphanages, and estab- 

 lishments for the mutilated. \Ye are just 

 off to a soldiers' club, at whose head is a 

 remarkable priest. 



A splendid woman, who does wonder- 

 ful work here, thinking I wanted to see 

 everything, brought me yesterday to the 

 hospital where they make over poor 

 wounded and demolished faces, and all 

 the doctor's pet faces, in the process of 

 healing, were shown me. I was extremely 

 interested: but the sight of one or two 

 was quite sufficient to demonstrate what 

 wonders had been achieved, and I did not 

 want to see more. But there was no way 

 out of it : I had to stay. In a way it was 

 good for me to learn at first hand what 

 real suffering means. 



After seeing the faces in process of 

 restoration. I was taken into the medica- 

 tion room, where men were having their 



healing limbs treated in agonizing ma- 

 chines to prevent them from becoming 

 permanently stiff. They were wailing 

 and moaning from pain ; two of them 

 yelling. Coming out from under the in- 

 fluence of chloroform after his opera- 

 tion, one kept begging and begging, ''Oh, 

 let me die. Oh, let me die ; I can stand 

 no more." One had a broken spine — a 

 young officer. 



phonographs chief delight or 



SI H.DIERS 



A soldier, with my cases of hospital 

 supplies, instruments, etc., left Rome day 

 before yesterday for a tiny village near 

 Gorizia. Another sack went off yester- 

 day to the high Alps in the Cadore, car- 

 ried, I think, by the four Garibaldi broth- 

 ers. M. and I are busy at present trying 

 to bring aid to the Italian prisoners in 

 Austria and helping to start recreation 



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