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TG BASSANO (Wednesday 21 August 2019) - It is the State, with the uniform of the Carabinieri, which with honour and respect collects in this urn the earthly remains of a soldier. Until a few moments before, this was all we knew about him, an unknown fallen on one of the bloodiest battlefields of the Great War, at Melette. First the spade, then the pious attention of the hands (image), to peer between stones, bones, splinters. There was your life, interrupted by a grenade, by a rifle shot, who knows, hidden for a century by the earth moved by the earthquake of those cursed cannons, thousands of shots, one after the other. A jaw, a rib, a long bone, a flat bone: a man, it is you. An individual, it is really you, brother whoever you are. Attention, and love for life, a small piece of zinc is enough, the inside of the uniform, which cannot be confused. We know where you come from, once our enemyWhen the Researchers Friends of the History of Marostica sensed your remains, among that disturbed earth on that side of the Longara, faithful to the order not to touch anything and immediately report to the authorities, they had no elements to identify youThen you revealed yourself, first a button, then another. There were no more doubts. If you look between the stones, a world of horror opens up to you, under the pastures, but a world of technology also opens up to you, how many resources were put into that massacre...Above everything you can feel, invisible, the breath of suffering, The mayor of Gallio follows the recovery with emotional interest, in the presence of the employees and a local police officerAnother soldier of the Melette returns home. His purgatory had ended a long time ago, after having known hell on earth. Ours, always, is the task of respect and memory. (http://www.reteveneta.it)