Also a very tiny island with very few inhabitants can give its sad contribution of victims to war.

The percentage is proportional and the grief is the same, because every person who gives is life to serve the homeland leaves behind him sorrows, sad memories and is equally missed by someone.

As a paradox, or by chance, I don’t know actually, maybe because I was on an island when I took this photo, I suddenly remembered the poem by John Donne:

“No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.”

And for a too short moment I wondered who Vittore, Marco and Carlo – who died during World War I- and Battista -who died in Worl War II- were, what they did, what happened to their families...

For a too short moment...

Only the dead have seen the end of war.
~Plato~