"Le voci di Nikolajewka" di Bepi De Marzi nell'esecuzione del Coro Marmolada di Venezia

Yesterday marked the anniversary of the battle of Nikolajewka. The end of the Italian anabasis in that Soviet territory which had been "invaded" under the command of the Nazi ally. A couple of years earlier, the Leader wanted a few thousand dead, back when he stabbed France in the back and during the disastrous invasion of Greece, when he was pulled from the Greek mud by the Fuhrer.
And he got around ninety-five thousand dead just in the Russian retreat, three hundred and twelve thousand throughout the entire conflict. Beyond his most optimistic forecasts.
Entire alpine valleys, provincial towns, islands, and neighborhoods saw a generation of boys wiped out, who had set off to conquer France, Greece, Yugoslavia, Ethiopia, and Libya.
But, after all, he made the trains run on time and drained the Pontine marshes, right?