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27.03.202514:37
"Any man who tells you that any act of armed resistance—even if made so soon as tomorrow—even if offered by ten men only—even if offered by ten men armed only with stones—any man who tells you that such an act of resistance would be premature, imprudent, or dangerous—any and every such man should at once be spurned and spat at.
For, remark you this and recollect it, that somewhere, somehow, and by somebody, a beginning must be made; and that the first act of resistance is always, and must be ever premature, imprudent, and dangerous."
– Séamas Fionntán Ó Leathlobhair 🇮🇪 | Clearing Decks
For, remark you this and recollect it, that somewhere, somehow, and by somebody, a beginning must be made; and that the first act of resistance is always, and must be ever premature, imprudent, and dangerous."
– Séamas Fionntán Ó Leathlobhair 🇮🇪 | Clearing Decks
17.04.202514:29
"We are the true Rebels.
We, those labeled as Nazi-Fascists, are the ones truly rebelling. We rebel against the idea that there’s nothing left to do in the face of overwhelming enemies armed to the teeth and overflowing with supplies.
How can anyone believe—asks the man on the street—that Germans, Japanese, and Fascists could stand a chance against an America untouched in its war production, blessed with endless raw materials?
Or against a Britain raising vast, well-equipped armies from its immense colonies?
Or a Russia, immense and bristling with men and weapons?
Three great powers, armed to the hilt, masters of three-quarters of the world, and even seen by some as agents of ‘liberation’?
Still, we rebel—against fate’s harsh blows, against misfortune, against the disbelief of those who doubt our conviction and our faith.
We rebel against the looming threat of severe punishment, which we know may come at any moment.
We rebel even against the coldness and silence of cowards who, in these darkest hours, are too afraid to so much as nod or smile at us—lest it count against them when the Anglo-Americans arrive.
We are the true Rebels.
It’s easy to claim that title when you think friendly armies are just days away, when victory feels inevitable, when you believe you’re on the side of the strongest—of the supposedly invincible.
It’s easy to call yourself a rebel when you’re surrounded by the praise of the timid, eager to endear themselves to the ‘winning horse’; when you’re encouraged and financed by plutocrats who are just hedging their bets.
When following the crowd suddenly feels heroic—profitable, even.
But we are the ones who rebel when it costs everything.
We are the true Rebels."
– Giuseppe Solaro 🇮🇹 | I Ribelli Siamo Noi
Turin, April 29, 1945.
Giuseppe Solaro, federal secretary of the Republican Fascist Party, gazes at the crowd gathered to watch him die, calm and with the pride of his dignity as a true rebel.
We, those labeled as Nazi-Fascists, are the ones truly rebelling. We rebel against the idea that there’s nothing left to do in the face of overwhelming enemies armed to the teeth and overflowing with supplies.
How can anyone believe—asks the man on the street—that Germans, Japanese, and Fascists could stand a chance against an America untouched in its war production, blessed with endless raw materials?
Or against a Britain raising vast, well-equipped armies from its immense colonies?
Or a Russia, immense and bristling with men and weapons?
Three great powers, armed to the hilt, masters of three-quarters of the world, and even seen by some as agents of ‘liberation’?
Still, we rebel—against fate’s harsh blows, against misfortune, against the disbelief of those who doubt our conviction and our faith.
We rebel against the looming threat of severe punishment, which we know may come at any moment.
We rebel even against the coldness and silence of cowards who, in these darkest hours, are too afraid to so much as nod or smile at us—lest it count against them when the Anglo-Americans arrive.
We are the true Rebels.
It’s easy to claim that title when you think friendly armies are just days away, when victory feels inevitable, when you believe you’re on the side of the strongest—of the supposedly invincible.
It’s easy to call yourself a rebel when you’re surrounded by the praise of the timid, eager to endear themselves to the ‘winning horse’; when you’re encouraged and financed by plutocrats who are just hedging their bets.
When following the crowd suddenly feels heroic—profitable, even.
But we are the ones who rebel when it costs everything.
We are the true Rebels."
– Giuseppe Solaro 🇮🇹 | I Ribelli Siamo Noi
Turin, April 29, 1945.
Giuseppe Solaro, federal secretary of the Republican Fascist Party, gazes at the crowd gathered to watch him die, calm and with the pride of his dignity as a true rebel.
03.04.202502:17
"Getting over it so soon? But the words are ambiguous.
To say the patient is getting over it after an operation for appendicitis is one thing; after he’s had his leg off is quite another.
After that operation either the wounded stump heals or the man dies. If it heals, the fierce, continuous pain will stop. Presently he’ll get back his strength and be able to stump about on his wooden leg. He has ‘got over it.’
But he will probably have recurrent pains in the stump all his life, and perhaps pretty bad ones; and he will always be a one-legged man.
There will be hardly any moment when he forgets it. Bathing, dressing, sitting down and getting up again, even lying in bed, will all be different. His whole way of life will be changed. All sorts of pleasures and activities that he once took for granted will have to be simply written off. Duties too.
At present I am learning to get about on crutches. Perhaps I shall presently be given a wooden leg. But I shall never be a biped again."
– C.S. Lewis 🇮🇪 | A Grief Observed
4 years and I still miss you as if not a day had passed, old man.
To say the patient is getting over it after an operation for appendicitis is one thing; after he’s had his leg off is quite another.
After that operation either the wounded stump heals or the man dies. If it heals, the fierce, continuous pain will stop. Presently he’ll get back his strength and be able to stump about on his wooden leg. He has ‘got over it.’
But he will probably have recurrent pains in the stump all his life, and perhaps pretty bad ones; and he will always be a one-legged man.
There will be hardly any moment when he forgets it. Bathing, dressing, sitting down and getting up again, even lying in bed, will all be different. His whole way of life will be changed. All sorts of pleasures and activities that he once took for granted will have to be simply written off. Duties too.
At present I am learning to get about on crutches. Perhaps I shall presently be given a wooden leg. But I shall never be a biped again."
– C.S. Lewis 🇮🇪 | A Grief Observed
4 years and I still miss you as if not a day had passed, old man.
09.04.202512:49
Mohamed Ibrahim Farag, Eritrean soldier and askari of the Regia Marina, stood among the ranks in the doomed assault on Port Sudan.
When their ship went down, the survivors clung to a small lifeboat adrift on the Red Sea. He repeatedly gave up his place in the boat to his comrades. He swam beside the boat all night, watching over his comrades from the water.
On April 4, 1941, he slipped beneath the waves of the Red Sea—faithful to the end, and never once asking for relief from his duty.
When their ship went down, the survivors clung to a small lifeboat adrift on the Red Sea. He repeatedly gave up his place in the boat to his comrades. He swam beside the boat all night, watching over his comrades from the water.
On April 4, 1941, he slipped beneath the waves of the Red Sea—faithful to the end, and never once asking for relief from his duty.
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Oltre la Morte
02.04.202517:52
"ROSARIO RANDAZZO
Soldier of the 8th Infantry Regiment 'Roma'
From San Cono, Catania
In memoriam.
Barricaded in a very difficult position, with only a machine gun left, he didn't surrender even after his whole squad was out of combat.
His left arm was lost completely due to mortar volleys, but he would not leave his post.
So he used his left hand to fire, and directed the fire with his teeth, and kept firing at the enemy, which was now just a few meters away, until a burst of fire had him fallen over that gun, which, for him, was dearer than his own life.
Nikitowka, Russian Front, 1941 - XIX"
- XV Annual Issue of the "Italica Virtus" magazine
Soldier of the 8th Infantry Regiment 'Roma'
From San Cono, Catania
In memoriam.
Barricaded in a very difficult position, with only a machine gun left, he didn't surrender even after his whole squad was out of combat.
His left arm was lost completely due to mortar volleys, but he would not leave his post.
So he used his left hand to fire, and directed the fire with his teeth, and kept firing at the enemy, which was now just a few meters away, until a burst of fire had him fallen over that gun, which, for him, was dearer than his own life.
Nikitowka, Russian Front, 1941 - XIX"
- XV Annual Issue of the "Italica Virtus" magazine
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