" ... do not cry for me. I have never felt so strong as this night of waiting, that 's the last of my life. You know I'm dying for Italy. We are thousands of Italians, thrown into ravines, killed and massacred, deported to Croatia and mowed daily by 'hatred, hunger, disease, slaughtered unjustly. Open the eyes of the Italians and dot eyes to this troubled land Istrian is and will be Italian. If the flag of Italy will, I hope, also to fly on my Cres, kiss it for me, with my children. Tomorrow they will kill me: Do not kill my spirit or my faith. I'm going calmly to his death and as my last thought will be addressed to God will welcome me and to you, I leave, so my cry very loud, louder than gunfire, will be: live Italy! .
Stephen Petris
October 9, 1945
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