We found ourselves - sitting outside - next to the house and around the old lady
When he began to speak, as we felt enveloped in the magic of that gentle voice - evocative.
<<< Erano i giorni di Caporetto ed il fronte si era da poco infranto, con gli austriaci che avanzavano in fretta.
Our claims to be and where they could. For us, a young officer had to have what was left of his platoon around our house and just beyond a line of our infantry riflemen, resisted to cover the retreat
The tension was high and it was clear that our lieutenant was on its last legs too
To make matters worse, our official had chained one of our soldier - he had mentioned to desert - all 'railing in that warehouse .... beside them, sure it was awaiting the court-martial, but the terror of the moment prevailed, and the poor, terrified, called for his mother.
We women - with children - we were against the wall, ready to retreat when they did our soldiers.
My husband stepped forward and asked the officer: "sir, please, free the poor man ... .. does not see how many mothers ... and in this torment ...
But the lieutenant was now out of it himself and grabbed my husband by the throat shouted "I shot him, and now you ... traitors! "
I stepped forward, saying" Mister officer rifles even me, who am the wife and I will not survive much ... "
Now all the other women:" We ... we all guns .. We are all mothers ... all ... "
Lieutenant pushed my husband away and" dissolve "said
hesitated a few seconds and then ... He ordered the attack and ran all, all along the line Fire>>>
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I was too young, and so moved to do what he did but our mother's mother embracing long Gaetano.
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