A Farewell to Arms

by Ernest Hemingway

know all about it now. But then he wanted to go to war and I didn’t know.” I did not say anything. “I didn’t know about anything then. I thought it would be worse for him. I thought perhaps he couldn’t stand it and then of course he was killed and that was the end of it.” “I don’t know.” “Oh, yes,” she said. “That’s the end of it.” We looked at Rinaldi talking with the other nurse. “What is her name?” “Ferguson. Helen Ferguson. Your friend is a doctor, isn’t he?” “Yes. He’s very good.” “That’s splendid. You rarely find any one any good this close to the front. This is close to the front, isn’t it?” “Quite.”