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1274 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 1983
“If you young people only knew what a dirty thing war really is.” And he shook his head several times with a gesture no, no, meditatively…
“Poor fellows”, he continued, incapable of completely expressing his own thoughts. “You’ll find out…”
At last, they entered the Soviet Union, which greeted them with long rolls of barbed wire running off into the countryside, and, as a complement, lines of tank barriers behind.
Farther along were thick cement bunkers, with the firing ports blackened by the smoke of flamethrowers and, here and there, abandoned red-starred tanks.
Gradually, the Russians overturned or crushed the Italian vehicles, which seemed to be dwarfed by the the size of the attacking tanks. Here and there a tank would ferociously trample a truck under its tracks, turning alternately right and left, converting the metal into a tomb for mangled bodies inside…
In six or seven minutes, the long column had been annihilated.
Many of the injured were taken off in Verona. The station appeared to have been damaged seriously by aerial attacks. Sheets of roofing and iron supports were lying about here and there, and the walls were cracked and full of holes, and there was the dust of the ruins swirling about on the sidewalks.
Pino, with his medicine kit over his shoulders, his rifle in his left hand, and his heart pounding in an indescribable fashion, ran to the first aid post that the captain had decided on: a hut at the back of the formation sheltered by a rising in the terrain. Here, not knowing what to do, he sat on the ground with his back against the wall, opened his manual, read a few lines, and closed it.
Certain mountain passes were impassable because they were solidly controlled by bandits.
Food rationing continued at hunger level, just as during wartime. Declining respect for the law increased the size of the black market, with its consequent rise in corruption and lowering of morals.