Drummed their boots on the camion floor, Hob-nailed boots on the camion floor. Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre ***** — Warm and soft and sleepy *****, Cozy, warm and lovely *****; ****** 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, ***** hides — Infantry marches, Arditi rides. Grey, cold, bitter, sullen ride — To splintered pines on the Grappa side At Asalone, where the truck-load died.