hey guys, i was looking from some old stuff in my gramma's wardrobe.. and i found an old box.. with lot of old pictures and stuff.. and i found a letter from my grand-grand-father, i felt like i had to share it... sorry for the translation but it wasn't in italian but my dialect (Venetian language) so some words are unknown even to me

"No one can win the Axis my dear wife, that day will come when we will return home victorious.

Together we hope that next attack comes fast, so to exterminate this famous Red Army as soon as possible; as they say to us it is large, but it seems a large sheep without a shepherd, that is a whole army can never mess with the glorious march of the axis of the brave soldiers who walk solid and sure-footed toward the victory . Russian planes came to bomb us. As usual, have not hit anything , not even by mistake.

Dear wife, if you can send a package, please put also matches in it: tomorrow they will ship a parcel with inside two tires for bicycle, a bit of coffee, not much, but it is all i could gather, a little bit of tea, two pieces of bread, this evening the captain received TWO packs and in one there was in Tuscany cigars and tobacco, he gave it to me.. may god bless him

This morning the General Inspector of the tanks at the Ministry of War Quarra visted us, which is our ultimate authority I was asked to give a taste of driving in front of him . And it went well, although I only had an old man in the hands of half a wrecked wagon breaking … this poor Autoblindo is a mess , travelled all day , we arrived at midnight in Cervignano , where the lieutenant warned us that we had to cross a very dangerous area , where most trains are hit by gusts of machine gun and rifle fire from the rebels Slavs. We distributed a couple of hand grenades and let us load the musket and told us to stay in the leg to cross this area , between Ljubljana and Postojna Cave

Mr. Colonel, came to know that we were given little to eat, planted a "romanzina" (lot of complaints) to somebody , if we instantly noticed, ate pasta with a good ration of sausage and butter , and so I filled a good time. In this city there is a large hospital and all the German soldiers that you see are all suffering, those of an arm , some a leg, all veterans from Russia. To see all these mutilated made me feel bad for them, but as dad told me.. I didn’t pay attention and I carried on.

In those days also came down from the slopes and a division was a huge mess of machines, the columns were all double and triple in some places , you walked all day to make fifty or sixty km. Those who bring more confusion of all are the Germans , they want to go at all costs and infiltrate our columns , we have fun when you want to switch to cut off the road , turn to him the boxes and more than once the machines are touched the dumper and they tore tarpaulins, broke everything, then came the discussions and we almost felt like beat a pair of punches to a couple of those idiot Germans ... still they are funny guys when you get to catch them from the right side.

Soon victory will be ours.. now that I see Frantz or whatever he is called sleeping near me.. and I see all of those panzers and machine guns.. I feel the victory my dear wife.. soon I will be home, soon I will get to see Federico again."

but... you all know how history goes... he died in a russian POW camp