ABSTRACT
Nino’s letters from the front were all alike: Dearest mother, just letting you know that all is well here, and that we can’t wait to defeat the most infamous Enemy of our time once and for all […] Or: Dear Mother, life as usual here. The enemy is hiding, and they haven’t been caught out yet by our troops, who are ready to give them the lesson they deserve for our dear Fatherland’s final victory… Or even: Dearest mother, please don’t worry about me, as I have health and courage to spare. Every now and again we’ll get a shell or two, but they all explode too low and we’re well sheltered by the rocks…
