There is no point in coming back, in turn back time, what past is past i cannot regret.I guess the secret is just to do it, like Nike promotes,the results are Always perfect.

There was a guy once, he came from the West Coast, his name is JJ. He had a tatoo with a colored pin up that looked like the statue of Liberty,something for his Big Mother the United States of America. He had a daughter but i guess he was not with her fiancee any more: he was drinking all the time, evrerything possible and he was often so drunk that me and others were helping him to get up from the ground. He was in a word simly hilarious: funny and smart and same time so lost. He got back in his Oregon after the war and after Vicenza: that's the pattern, Usa War Vicenza Usa again. The strange part is the third one, the one which doesnt make any sense because it is made of waiting hoping and getting bored.

We lost the war, the second world war, and Italy on its knee had to respect and to live with the proud winner: the Americans.My mom told me stories that her mom told her about Us soldiers giving chewing gumsto the citizens of Vicenza. Like we were some kind of  african childs; and we were basically. We have been living together for more than 60 years and we still dont know each other: that is a well done marriage.

met A. in a bar and he was talking to  his friend. They looked very bored and not very drunk. We started talking about all and nothing; he seemed to me so tired not with the Army but with his life. He said he got married and divorced and it all happened in the State of Ocklahoma. I think he was missing having a good girl next to him. He was 21 but really his heart was 71 and that was not fair. I wonder how many old hearts are kept inside of all those young bodies

These men they come from all over the States of America, they come from different places and stories,but somehow they seem to have something in common, something that eventually goes Beyond what they are;the seek of war, the seek of an escape from the regular world. Alone and together at the same time. Alone because when you become a soldier you become a lonely person, deep down inside you know you are losing a part of you forever. Together because you will find the best friends of your life in the army, people that will give their own life for you.

american soldiers life in Italy, observed by a local national (me) inside the post of Caserma Carlo Ederle

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