<<< Era intorno a quest’ora……. Si.
The Germans were in retreat for several days.
The front line was moving more toward the north and the partisans were biting on the sides, trying to isolate pockets of scattered
I saw him move from there - at the bottom. Only
Alto - without his cap - blond - very young - in uniform and boots territorial
Palace, across the shoulders, a heavy machine gun position, and - a diagonal - different spirals of ribbon ammunition
seemed the god Mars
had fear in the eyes of a boy - hunted short - very tired.
When I passed by him, in his language suggested that he surrender.
only bent his head, saying nothing, accepting the flask of water held out to him and immediately went on - nell'avvallamento dry down there - to put the gun
few minutes later they arrived they were
in number - were forts were armed to the teeth and faces from Cain
They had been drinking and were in no hurry
The prey was ready - Stan - no escape
They stopped to rest well and they were not the case with me.
I approached, saying "you won ... give up, I talked to him ... it's just a boy ...."
one answered: "Shut up you! or in pairs as well ... you traitor!
The others laughed.
"No: I have never betrayed the homeland and I have served and are here because you gave me ...." But
not listen to me more - available in semi-circle began to shoot and throw grenades
Only a few
minute I heard the crackle of machine gun
When all was silence - was brown already - I reached the ditch and dug a deep hole long
The sepolsi there.
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Gaetano was now silent. Stroked his sleeve and lit another cigarette, then stood up - sorry - because someone called him from home.
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Whenever I return this memory - and I think the young soldier - in a ditch, which opened in a tomb - carved and upholstered and equipped with only the arm of Gary .... I let myself go to the same fantasy: That in that place, some aurora may have generated a Valkyrie that - on the wings of legend - has shown that young in the forests of North Siegfried.
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