U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [248]
directly on the basehospitals. Al night the stretcher cases would spread along the broad pavements under the trees in fresh leaf in front of the hospital; Dick would help carry them up the marble stairs into the reception room. One night they put him on duty outside the operating room and for twelve hours he had the job of carrying out buckets of blood and gauze from which protruded occasional y a shattered bone or a piece of an arm or a leg. When he went off duty he'd walk home achingly tired through the straw-berryscented early Parisian morning, thinking of the faces and the eyes and the sweatdrenched hair and the clenched fingers clotted with blood and dirt and the fel ows kidding and pleading for cigarettes and the bubbling groans of the lung cases.
One day he saw a pocket compass in a jewel er's win--210-dow on the Rue de Rivoli. He went in and bought it; there was suddenly a ful formed plan in his head to buy a civilian suit, leave his uniform in a heap on the wharf at Bordeaux and make for the Spanish border. With luck and al the old transport orders he had in his inside pocket he was sure he could make it; hop across the border and then, once in a country free from nightmare, decide what to do. He even got ready a letter to send his mother.
Al the time he was packing his books and other junk in his dufflebag and carrying it on his back up the quais to the Gare d'Orleans, Swinburne Song in Time of Order kept going through his head:
While three men hold together
The kingdoms are less by three.
By gum, he must write some verse: what people needed was stirring poems to nerve them for revolt against their cannibal governments. Sitting in the secondclass compartment he was so busy building a daydream of himself living in a sunscorched Spanish town, sending out flaming poems and manifestoes, cal ing young men to revolt against their butchers, poems that would be published by secret presses al over the world, that he hardly saw the suburbs of Paris or the bluegreen summer farmlands sliding by. Let our flag run out straight in the wind
The old red shall be floated again
When the ranks that are thin shall be thinned
When the names that were twenty are ten
Even the rumblebump rumblebump of the French rail-road train seemed to be chanting as if the words were mut-tered low in unison by a marching crowd: While three men hold together
The kingdoms are less by three.
-211-At noon Dick got hungry and went to the diner to eat a last deluxe meal. He sat down at a table opposite a goodlooking young man in a French officer's uniform.
"Good God, Ned, is that you?" Blake Wigglesworth threw back his head in the funny way he had and laughed.
"Garçon," he shouted, "un verre pour le monsieur."
"But how long were you in the Lafayette Escadril e?" stammered Dick.
"Not long . . . they wouldn't have me."
"And how about the Navy?"
"Threw me out too, the damn fools think I've got T.B.
. . . garçon, une bouteil e de champagne. . . . Where are you going?"
"I'l explain."
"Wel , I'm going home on the Touraine." Ned threw back his head laughing again and his lips formed the syl-lables blahblahblahblah. Dick noticed that although his face was very pale and thin his skin under his eyes and up onto the temples was flushed and his eyes looked a little too bright. "Wel , so am I," he heard himself say.
"I got into hot water," said Ned.
"Me too," said Dick. "Very."
They lifted their glasses and looked into each other's eyes and laughed. They sat in the diner al afternoon talk-ing and drinking and got to Bordeaux boiled as owls. Ned had spent al his money in Paris and Dick had very little left, so they had to sel their bedrol s and equipment to a couple of American lieutenants just arrived they met in the Café de Bordeaux. It was almost like old days in Boston going around from bar to bar and looking for places to get drinks after closing. They spent most of the night in an elegant maison publique al upholstered in pink satin, talking to the madam, a driedup woman with a long upper lip like a l ama's wearing a black spangled evening dress, who took a fancy to them and made them stay and eat onion soup with her. They were so busy