To my great-grandfather

A thought for all the soldiers who made Italy great in the Great War

"With a few other companions he courageously followed an officer in the attack on a trench, where a machine gun was stationed, and cooperated effectively in making the weapon useless. Subsequently, with the same group, he took part in the attack against an enemy platoon stationed in another trench, helping to put it to flight and taking the commander and 10 soldiers prisoner

Mount San Michele, 22 July 1915

A dutiful reminder to my great-grandfather Attilio Turrin of Pedavena.

Initially enlisted in the Feltre Volunteers, he will spend the first month and a half of the war in the Ampezzo valley, a close friend of Carugati ( whose exploits on the Tofane have become legends) and of Berti (author of the first hiking guides of the Dolomites, involved in the Tre Cime front).

He will then be move to the Karst, on the San Michele where he will receive these commendations and will be wounded in the leg, which will allow him to avoid the terrible and famous Austrian gas attack that probably would have killed him like almost all of his comrades.

Due to the wound and subsequent disability, he will not return to the front line on Grappa but will support his regiment in the rear.

She will return to Feltre once freed, taking her leave, and trying to live partially in that normality of the butcher of the town.