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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.