THE G.M. ITALY January 1916 General Luigi Cadorna to the Quartier Genenale; photo disclosed with to a piece of Gabriele d'Annunzio from the Laudi of the Sky of the Sea of the Earth Of the Heroes: These; that you see curved on the papers; in hardest granito of the cut Verbano and scarpellato were; of master hand; and vigor soverchi?the art. Its lock virtue; than par novel; in the schiatta tenacity of the ancient one uses to make and to suffer; accustomed to attend in faith its star; foggi?for the centuries; hidden diamond that anvil does not tame. V'incise the mystical sign of Rome; God d' Italy; the acumen of your fato one. Its male looks v髄to where the track of the time and the track of the study digs in the sadness of the meat ignava and finds the bone that not difforma. He counts its hards work to wrinkle to wrinkle; novera the years its; sign for sign: giovine the skull vige; almost ordegno of that will that cor the fruga. Less adunco not to vomere mordea the forehead of that just that the dishonor encircled; but v'era incancellato the sobrio hero of Marathon and Audience. It looks its jaw that tien firm; looks severit?of its mouth waves the commando and the punishment strikes; and the lightning bolt to which the eyelid it makes screen burdened over the clear eye that scale the spirit to the sign and the section not measure. In tutt'arme it always is without armor. All in the nude fist has the battle. That condottiere that from piedestallo the dead woman river it dominates in Vinegia threatened from the Barbarians and dispregia the threat of the sky; solo; to horse; Bartolomeo grifagno like Dante that I chat has in helm its pointed hood to gote; closed in slab its corruccio; taken to deal to cavalleggiere and fante; you sees it to the sign of the trumpets to raise and to launch to the battalions like crossbow nozzle its bolzoni; like mortar nozzle its bombs. Such these; larger senz'arcione but; without gesture neither outcry; armed solo its tacit genius and its fato one; widens the force that bronze spande. It has walls to take; fiumane to valicare and yokes and summits and throats; ghiacciai desert; valleys without sun; gloomy petraie; squallide biancane. He supervises to the bridges of the Isonzo; to Plezzo he thunders; to Tolmino he lightens; tien Plava and the summit; Voraia and the step; it digs the trench in the snow and hoists the piece. Gorizia in cor collapses to it. The Carso gronda blood inesausto in its chest. All the fought; burned and destroyed earth; within rises to it; within sinks to it. The mountain barn and the peak; botro and the lagoon; the cliff and the wall; the bank and the grave live in he like the veins and boneses; like the designs of its fortune. It is the earth and is the attacking one. And the force of the men breathes in he; palpitates in he; freme and s'adira; giubila and sings in he; fights and dies. Towards all the tops of the Gloria it chases it. Here; subitamente its thought makes burning meat; outcry and massacre is made; died and Victoria. All the nights from the Stelvio to the Carso the great fire bar burns and risuona. He it its certainty of incorona; its certainty in you; which reappeared God. Or God d' Italy; you hold your hand on this forehead that you more made hard of the foreheads they. It swears to you that much in vain not given blood t'? He prostra like the giugnea donor who the grip handles of in existence devout shirt; in the cuor of the battle having picked a portentoso flower. Its house he thinks on its quiet lake; where for the door it adorns of ghirlanda a third party of the Cadorna will re-enter; sol of silenzii satisfied; and before the two dumb severe Shadows it will melt the high ones v髏i; the large ones you make you will fulfill; the islands of the quivi blessed souls shining in the albor to leggiere. Or God; for these duce that your bread breaks to us; I pray to you that you m'oda. He sharpens its certainty; and he nails in our chests; or God; its certainty. 19 decembre 1915.