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mosquitoes in the desert
first of all why this title? simply because it struck me the combination between a friendly, colorful, fragrant landscape and, a hostile, arid, far away, environments so exceptionally different from each other.
the following is an exceptional story and at the same time, it is a common story. exceptional because it is a story of heroes; common because it is the story of many of the 500,000 Italian prisoners of war. exceptional stories of ordinary people, people who find themselves by choice or necessity, to perform exceptional acts.
Have you ever wondered what it means to be a hero? What drives man to sacrifice himself for another?
history tells us about the feats of famous heroes almost unreal whose enterprises have engraved decisively on the course of events, but next to them there are "minor heroes", normal people with more humble objectives but that they have not stopped in front of a courageous choice.
a story from which it could be the script of a film but at the same time, a story common to many.
war is battle and battle, it represents the essence itself. many participate, too many die, some cry, others remember. war is not made of trumpet squirrels and flags to the wind. war is dead or, struggle for survival and too often, are fortuitous elements to decide the fates.
what I'm about to tell is the story of an Italian who wasn't even twenty years old, was torn to his family, to his land, and sent to a distant and unknown country, wearing a bigger uniform than him. It is the story of those who children, teenagers, young people, were in spite of them, overwhelmed by war. both as direct witnesses and as victims. parents, spouses, brothers and sisters, children of men sent to the front.
a friend of the forum, sent me some documents belonging to his grandfather asking me if I could find some data on the events that saw him protagonist during the war period.
As I also told our friend, if his relative had done military service in the marina, I would probably have access to more information. instead he is enlisted in the royal army, sent to Western Africa and there made prisoner. the research has however passionate me and gave me the opportunity to explore an aspect that until now, I had never deepened. to do so, we retrace the story that has as the protagonist Sebastiano. I just have to add that this allowed me to carry out research and read numerous stories of our soldiers, torn to families often too young and made protagonists, despite them, on the war theatres and in the long months of imprisonment that followed.
I have read touching, exciting stories, which leave the mark and for this, I thank those who gave me the opportunity.
first of all why this title? simply because it struck me the combination between a friendly, colorful, fragrant landscape and, a hostile, arid, far away, environments so exceptionally different from each other.
the following is an exceptional story and at the same time, it is a common story. exceptional because it is a story of heroes; common because it is the story of many of the 500,000 Italian prisoners of war. exceptional stories of ordinary people, people who find themselves by choice or necessity, to perform exceptional acts.
Have you ever wondered what it means to be a hero? What drives man to sacrifice himself for another?
history tells us about the feats of famous heroes almost unreal whose enterprises have engraved decisively on the course of events, but next to them there are "minor heroes", normal people with more humble objectives but that they have not stopped in front of a courageous choice.
a story from which it could be the script of a film but at the same time, a story common to many.
war is battle and battle, it represents the essence itself. many participate, too many die, some cry, others remember. war is not made of trumpet squirrels and flags to the wind. war is dead or, struggle for survival and too often, are fortuitous elements to decide the fates.
what I'm about to tell is the story of an Italian who wasn't even twenty years old, was torn to his family, to his land, and sent to a distant and unknown country, wearing a bigger uniform than him. It is the story of those who children, teenagers, young people, were in spite of them, overwhelmed by war. both as direct witnesses and as victims. parents, spouses, brothers and sisters, children of men sent to the front.
a friend of the forum, sent me some documents belonging to his grandfather asking me if I could find some data on the events that saw him protagonist during the war period.
As I also told our friend, if his relative had done military service in the marina, I would probably have access to more information. instead he is enlisted in the royal army, sent to Western Africa and there made prisoner. the research has however passionate me and gave me the opportunity to explore an aspect that until now, I had never deepened. to do so, we retrace the story that has as the protagonist Sebastiano. I just have to add that this allowed me to carry out research and read numerous stories of our soldiers, torn to families often too young and made protagonists, despite them, on the war theatres and in the long months of imprisonment that followed.
I have read touching, exciting stories, which leave the mark and for this, I thank those who gave me the opportunity.