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In the summer of 1943 Sicily had become a battlefield. Fortunately, not everything was destroyed. The Germans had decided that the isle was indefensible and they tried to slow the advance of the allies, to give the convoys the chance to transport the army beyond the Strait of Messina.
The Field Marshal Kesselring had no intention of sacrificing his men and the new Tigre tanks, while the Italian army dissolved and disappeared from the scene without a fight, without firing a shot.
“Captain, the house is under your base camp. There are women and children threatened by the bombs.” The voice of Carlo De Santis was polite, but firm.
The German captain had listened with attention.
The dull sound of grenades, on both sides, had broken and flooded the chanting of the waters of the Springs
