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New Beginnings
7 September 1943
Sacks, lights, rolls of remnant fabric, paint and balsa wood were passed via manmade chain, all the way from the Red Cross trucks and into the new mess hall they’d built in the camp.
As the last link in the chain, Pietro deposited the donated goods onto the “stage”—newly crafted wooden tables stacked together well in advance of this exciting delivery. Sitting on the floor to eat their solid three meals a day, courtesy of New Colonel, was but a small price to pay for their much-anticipated entertainment.
Pietro took a moment to look around at the men’s faces. He hadn’t seen such animation since the Venice carnival. And my animation is all for you, Mia Rossa. Thoughts of her made his head spin in a way no other human being had accomplished in his twent
