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..as a bolt from the blue I hear of the death of our Marshal try to pretend detachment but at night the same Milo pulls me sitting in the bottom of the bed and luckily for me I wake up with a start from a dream, or rather nightmare since displeased with great sorrow at that moment I was just crying. Now I'm going to spend the night in the White writes failing to interpret the dream, or rather the message received in sleep ... I have read I have to make it public or not?.. I'm blessed written

The next day I document and in the morning after a visit to the deceased I go by the parish priest of Villa d'Alme for advice . In the sacristy find even Rino employee of Credito Bergamasco a dear friend who I had not seen for years already I feel better, tells me of his last vacation in Puglia own past in the company of Marshal who is a close friend. Don Raffaele but after checking with the same acquaintance, tells me that the function is already perceived as too long and can not see how you can enter the space for reading my paper and I remain amazed by noting that I'm pretty pleased or better raised in front of his refusal

In fact, I am a free weight = the requirement for a due act …I did what I had to do more and I can not even dare.. dare.. so that after the consent of the parish priest and the same Mr. Rino hand over the letter to the spouse of the Marshal and already I'm just a little better; even have time to eat and are feature packed with people and pain ... a snowfall with a touch of the surreal poetry rather, the sudden white blanket wraps around.. the dark of night, the black uniform and a moment px erfino our suffering ...

Prayer

Yesterday as bolt from the blue and come "out of season", I learned of the disappearance Your Milo; I pretended I was shocked but detachment, so much so that last night I woke up realizing that jerk dreaming crying Thy Death. Immediately I felt the urgent need to write these few lines, if you do not have the courage to read, deliver it to the Mrs. Celina as a sign of eternal gratitude.

It takes a lot of courage to read in front of an assembly gathering in pain but surely it takes a lot more to face with serenity and determination 33 years of service nell'Arma.

I think without a doubt that I was the Citizen that most shocked you into Your Profession and I do not say nay proud x, I still regret; I was not a hardened criminal far, I just do not resign myself to do the Father orphan parttime x hours per month. You had harsh words, ma mai pesanti, also of reproach in trying to console me and restrain, even though you were trying to convince me to speak in the dialect of Bergamo most appropriate in expressing the troubles or maybe just to play down and make me smile just because you were not able. Franco was difficult for you to handle my situation, since only apparently pretending detachment with his eyes still fixed, but bright eyes, You lascivious involve omitting those occasions not only the degree but also the Uniform. On those occasions, seemed a little Don Camillo and Peppone, quarrelsome but always revered mutual respect. I was so mangy that at that time I remember I used to brand as an eat Police. Nothing could be further from the truth far beyond the distressing recent reports, that remind us how miserable is the man and merciful God is my greatest reverence for the weapon so well represented by our Marshal ..

Here, in this Assembly I'm sure there will be some of your colleague who has found an outstanding coffee already paid by an unknown, when he went to the bar before the service, or has received a tray of pastries while he was on patrol on the road without knowing who offered them to him. I say this to make it clear that the x Common People albeit simple, humble or contrary opinion is not stupid and knows how to recognize those who perform a very delicate and demanding profession perhaps by far the most difficult job in the world

Just recently I met on the street dear Milo rammentandoti and the time spent rinnovavo you my apologies for the many headaches that I created you, overly accentuating your already heavy work, x against you but to my surprise you told me .... which in my shoes in that context as the Father would have done much worse.. But how ? I asked him.. only you could not act otherwise to mitigate and extinguish a fire already burningAnd ... in order to preserve and protect the common good, however, the weaker. So now I say Thank you on behalf of my 3 children .

And you told me this with the item to scare our luck that x is not never disimparasti, and so that was accentuated and distinguished when you were happy; shaking my hand with his eyes no longer shiny, but full of infinite, while on your typical wrasse albeit only accentuated peeked as always a friendly smile. At that time you saw me happy I have hidden your drama, while I was unaware, the joy I wanted to hug you and lift you off the ground but being on the road and influenced by the Uniform Degrees and I have not had the courage to dare so much.

Nothing and no one today forbids me to at least symbolically Embraced , why then ... I write with you and hug and thank you and Your Family The weapon that you have represented and Ben Honored.

A great military a wise man who knows his own limits or even admit mistakes.

A man who has received the baptism of suffering with the tribulations and responsibilities of Degree of a job so difficult, daily contact with the many human miseries and this is not enough then "tried" with the disease, also the cup of passion.

Always tonight just to comfort me, I opened a prayer book case x do not know what laud or psalm were (I unfortunately am ignorant on the subject and also poc catolek) and even do it on purpose you've read ..I tried as gold in the crucible loyalty of my Servant to him will I give the keys to my house

If he opens no one can shut .... If you quit , no one can open I immediately thought of Thee to Thy Milo exemplary life that gives us hope for a better future and also makes us dream ...you dream it.. In fact, I think your pretty face almost eternal child. I closed my eyes and I saw little run on the main square of Catrignano Cape (Nomen omen) play hide and seek, Despite the large short trousers, and heavy shoes already passed from his older brother , arrive before the wall of the Palazzo Muzi …. and with eyes raised to heaven by supplication, happy x the umpteenth your conquest, hand side of the mouth to widen the sound ... shout to whisper ... hours for the disease x and then the race to breathtaking ... FREE ALL ..thanks Milo