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19 July 1943, Rome ...
was Monday, July 19, 1943 .
Perhaps as never before that day, Italy has realized the extent of the tragedy of war that was fought.
Mussolini met Hitler and opens up the withdrawal of Italy from that "deal" that got us so bad .... Hitler's reaction was violent ....
Meanwhile, U.S. troops continued their ritch slope along the peninsula and made a "taste" the pain of the bombs to the Eternal City.
Nobody thought that Rome would have been touched. All believed they would hands was enough for Pope Pius XII to protect! Instead
1000 tonnes of bombs will be downloaded to the San Lorenzo district and sow death and wounds will not heal anymore. Not high enough the pope's visit, much less that of the king to ease the pain. But that will tell
Monday, July 19, 1943 carried the words from the wonderful book U.S. publisher Rizzoli Walter Veltroni.
I leave tell from the eyes of John ...
...." The bombs could be heard clearly, preceded by a whistle terrible. John thought of his. The explosions seemed to close. The aunt said: "They are bombing the station." If so, should all be safe ....... But if it had been a bombing? If the Americans had decided to raze and Mussolini's Palazzo Venezia? Carla screamed that the Americans avevao warned, the night before had dropped leaflets to tell people to go away, but the fascists had made them disappear. The bombs were falling like snow, a bow after another .....
John thought of Mario, with his friend Mario. I was thinking there, they imagined him dead ..... He decided he could not leave Mario alone ..... He took the bike that was all white with the package farina.Osservò dissolved on the ground .....
breathlessly walked the paths of the park in the square, then headed towards Via Principe Amedeo. There seemed to be like a wall in the sky that had just saved the square and colonnades. But when he arrived at the corner of Via Principe Amedeo Mamiani saw the war in the face.
And it was a horrible face, or rather a face that was not there. A soldier was on guard at a building in the state. A splinter had cut off the top of the sentry box and with it the head of the soldier. But the body had been standing motionless in the shed destroyed. The hands of the soldier were unnaturally tight on the rifle, was exposed as a presented arms. The head had ended on the sign of a shop selling wedding dresses. A child staring .... He was lost, alone. He was motionless, with hands in his pockets. Out of his mouth a bloodcurdling scream, one note, establishes, continues, that never ended.
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from the book U.S. of Walter Veltroni P. Rizzoli Editore. 56, 57