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The Great War, the mutilated victory, the useless massacre. Here it is, the First World War, the fulfillment of our bloody Risorgimento, the apotheosis of our drive to become catastrophic, with conscription, as well as popular national unity. Gioacchino Volpe (1876-1971) was the leading historian of Italy on their way from the Middle Ages to modernity, from the Risorgimento to the First World War and then to fascism. Italy in the war and told the people in arms, also wrote a history of Italian for children. But Fox did not tell only one story, lived by himself, was awarded the Silver Medal and participates as an officer in plain clothes and military historian, he was now an academic in his forties. What we present in this page, little bit of his vast correspondence, is the Fox reporter, a witness and participant of the same story that he wrote as a historian and academic. As happened to Herodotus, he was old in the field.
There is a correspondence full of letters to his family from the front office or the mobilization of historiography that show the familiar look with which Fox points out what I then describe the public plan. Letters to hold, sometimes curious, written with a warm humanity that distinguished writing Volpe. Letters and cards he gave me his great-grandson Amadeus, directed by Joachim and his wife Elisa Serpieri, often referred to as "dear child", or his son, Nanni, who later became the publisher John Fox, then little more than child. Handwritten letters are sometimes copied by hand or typed on the back of female Volpiana articles. Letters of an Italian who loves his country even when he is home, he speaks in his native Paganica and tells his children the front and the trenches. Feel they belong to a people, to share the fate and sacrifices, steeped in history and destiny of his country. A simple love of country, without fanaticism.
As was his adherence to fascism and his loyalty to the monarchy, escaping the CSR schemes for him passano, l’Italia resta. E la sua passione di storico, temprata nello stile dal suo tirocinio nel giornalismo grazie ai suoi zii Edoardo Scarfoglio e Matilde Serao, a partire dal ruolo di correttore di bozze al Mattino di Napoli. Poi la cattedra, il sodalizio con Gentile, la sua critica al razzismo, la sua difesa di Ernesto Bonaiuti e dei fratelli Rosselli, i giudizi diffidenti di Mussolini su di lui, e dopo la guerra la sua epurazione dall’università, il suo dignitoso riserbo e la sua coerenza. Da storico capiva che non bisogna lasciarsi assorbire nel presente, ma lasciar decantare i fatti.
Avevo consultato i suoi carteggi inediti grazie ai suoi figli, Giovanni e Vittorio, e a sua nuora Elza. Pubblicai anni fa alcune sue missive, tra which conflict with legal correspondence and Marinetti, inevitably, one is occupied by the historical past and the other is excited by the poet, for the future. Fox conceived his mission as a historian in the middle between the art and science, for history, with Labriola said, is the science of process and art of storytelling. Fox was the historian of the nation, but loved the Risorgimento Cross reminded that Italy was born long before his unit. On the eve of 150 years, deserves to be remembered as the main guide to our national past. Italy, which was - title of his book published in 1961 for the centenary of the unification of Italy - can not forget his Virgil.
PLAYERS GOOD EVENING FRIENDS! VI DELIVERY OF AN INTERESTING ARTICLE ON THE VENETIAN "November 4" mistreated by politicians and right-thinking And too often overshadowed by its "REMOTE" ... must not blind us to that distant THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE GREAT WAR THAT CHANGE 'The fate of the world ... ITALIAN PARLIAMENT AND ALSO FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT THE FAR feel ignorant I leave you two anecdotes that HAPPEN IN OTHER EUROPEAN COUNTRIES: A
Ypres, a small Belgian town that Flemish Ieper people call every night, it still plays a touching ceremony, "Since 1928 we repeated the same ritual that has been suspended only during the Nazi occupation - Cervone testifies -. Every evening at eight o'clock, under the vaults of the Menin Gate, the imposing shrine of 55 000 without a tomb, is the scene in tribute to the fallen of World War sound, and echoes the sound of Scottish bagpipes and three trumpeters who perform 'The Last Post', the reason they closed the day in the camps of the British. "
Verschoot Anton, born in Ypres in 1924, plays his trumpet every night in front of the memorial. Every night is there. Two other trumpeters rotate but he is always present, except for absences due to some ailment or because they toured with the band where the fire came at the request of her father. The notes echo through the walls dripping Names British, Irish, Americans, Australians, New Zealanders, South Africans, all boys swept away by German fire in one of the most vicious battles of the First World War, where for the first time the Germans used the deadly chemical gas, called "mustard gas". We will all
OMAGGGIO MAKE THE VALUES OF THE FALLEN terrible war!
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