It happened during the bombardment of enemy trenches in Sector 144 – The Karst Sector, under a deafening hail of shells. Here, I experienced something that is commonplace in the trenches. A group of twenty of our men were hit by one of our own grenades. We were showered with mud, smoke and torn metal. See more
Four men died. The others were seriously injured. I was taken to a hospital in Ronchi a few miles away from the enemy trenches. The doctors and surgeons took the greatest of pains in treating me. My wounds were serious. It was thanks only to the patience and skill of the doctors that I had forty-four pieces of grenade extracted successfully. My flesh was torn and my bones splintered. The pain was was hideous; I suffered agonies. Almost all the operations were performed without anaesthetic. Twenty-seven operations in the course of a single month. All except two were performed without a anaesthetic. This terrible, pain-filled life continued up until first bombardment, which blasted one entrance porch and the central part of the hospital building to pieces.