PRIVATE BIOGRAPHY IN THE CONTEXT OF THE SECOND WORLD WAR, IN THE BACKGROUND OF THE HISTORY OF RELATIONS AND CONFLICTS BETWEEN FASCISTS AND CATHOLICS

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The subject and content of this article are for me quite special significance
because it will be about my father, Enzo Maria Capilupi, who is not with us on this
Earth already twenty years. In August 1992, almost two years before his death, he was
at my request finally shared his memories of the war, which up to this principle did
not. This story written by me then, as it seems to me, very vividly conveys the simple
experiences of a young Italian at the end of the Second World War on the background
of the special relations and conflicts between believers Catholics and
fascists.Biographical story that I would like to submit, allows on the basis of the
particular case to judge the typical consequences of a collision between the embattled
young idealist and Nazi war machine and the contradictions of history itself. In 16
years, my father, then living with his family in Milan, went to the barracks
«Bersaglieri» to enlist the front. This was the first act in a chain of accidents,
absolutely changing his views, formed under the influence of the fascist state. Later,
when the Easter of 1944 was near, Enzo, who had school memory of the Easter
holidays, asked the commander leave to go to Rome and see the parents. It is not
surprising that Enzo was refused. Outraged to the core, he said the sentry that he goes to
«a little look around» and voluntarily went to Rome hitchhiking in the truck, one of the
traders-illegals. To parents he lied, saying that they gave him a kind of temporary
«freedom». Four days later, they accompanied him to the home station, where Enzo said
desired password «Nembo» («cloud») and took the train that brought him back to the
frontline zone. He sincerely did not think that militaries will to punish him severely.
After two and a half weeks Enzo was in the train to Germany. He sat one year and six
months in German concentration camps (Dachau and Torgau) as a «deserter». When my
father came home of his convictions fascist there remained no trace.