:02:00
He was clutching a locket when he died...
:02:02
with a photograph of a young woman.
:02:06
I suppose, as I write this,
she's waiting for news of him...
:02:11
hoping against hope he is safe.
:02:14
Dearest Gilda...
:02:16
still no word from you,
which breaks my heart.
:02:20
I know that to you all wars are useless...
:02:23
and for us to risk our lives is a betrayal...
:02:27
of ourselves and of you.
:02:30
But my country's a part of me.
:02:33
And if I was not here,
I would be betraying myself...
:02:36
and even more, my brother.
:02:39
Believe me...
:02:40
my being here does not mean
I love you any less.
:02:45
Forgive me if you can...
:02:47
and know that I think of you all the time.
:02:51
I wonder if you are writing to either of us.
:02:54
But I do beg you, at least, to write to Guy.
:02:58
His unit is at Teruel...
:03:00
where the fighting is especially bitter...
:03:02
and made worse by the intense cold.
:03:40
I can't stay.
We're operating in a few moments.
:03:44
I know.
:03:46
We treated men from your unit
a few days ago.
:03:49
-That's how I knew you were here.
-I asked about you.
:03:53
They said you have no nerves.
:03:55
You're always the quiet one
in the center of the storm.
:03:58
If I am, it's because I'm too tired
to be frightened.