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the Germans used to enjoy watching us cram in line and get into disputes.

Forage caps would typically be falling in the soup, something that would drive people out of their minds.

My Corporal, whose name was Mario Palazzeschi, from Arezzo, was incredibly healthy, a lot healthier than me.

One day, however, he began to cry, sobbing “Carlo, I won’t make it, I won’t make it…”.

Within three months he was dead.

You know what I’ve always said?

imagine what they would say if they were to find out that I’m still here, more than eighty years old now!

I say this only to laugh a bit.

Deportation to Germany

When I got back home I went to work there,

but within three months I was called up for the Army again, since I was in the military when I was arrested.

I did my training for a second time, in Bari, and then I was sent to Albania.

I did not want to go, so I went to speak to my lieutenant colonel.

I explained to him how I knew that I was not entitled to use a weapon anymore, since I had lost all my rights by being arrested.

He replied that he went to fight in Albania with the Blackshirts although he was in the Army,

and that if he had to go, then I would definitely go too.

After I had been in Albania, in Durres, for four or five months,

I received a letter from the Government stating that I immediately had to go back to Italy, since I was not supposed to be there.

I was taken to the port and embarked on a ship whose name was Disentine.