" who picked us was our ideal. Since all we had and we have an ideal that, while I understand in itself not to be confused with the ideal of home [...]. And our ideal is a matter of love: love for adventure, so far beyond any other love, that of the country, one's family. The soul is full of dell'ardito an inexpressible desire, the desire of the new, the greatest emotions. We were dreamers before the war [...]. And we wanted to relive it the clash of arms in our dream. We needed air of freedom and space to run at full speed toward our destiny. We wanted the real, the classic war made no patience, but of audacity, the war in which they went to his death as love, war poets who can sing and they do the heroes of legend. And we have become death knights. "
(Father Judge).
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