Man Created God, Not God, Man

If These Hands, Used To Fighting, Would Be Acceptable To His Holiness, We Most Thankfully Dedicate Them To The Service Of Him Who Deserves So Well Of The Church And Of The Fatherland.

Men, I'm Getting Out Of Rome. Anyone Who Wants To Carry On The War Against The Outsiders, Come With Me. I Can Offer You Neither Honours Nor Wages; I Offer You Hunger, Thirst, Forced Marches, Battles And Death. Anyone Who Loves His Country, Follow Me

Let Those Only Return To Their Homes Who Are Called By The Imperative Duties Which They Owe To Their Families, And Those Who By Their Glorious Wounds Have Deserved The Credit Of Their Country.

You, Too, Women, Cast Away All The Cowards From Your Embraces; They Will Give You Only Cowards For Children, And You Who Are The Daughters Of The Land Of Beauty Must Bear Children Who Are Noble And Brave.

Yes, Young Men, Italy Owes To You An Undertaking Which Has Merited The Applause Of The Universe. You Have Conquered And You Will Conquer Still, Because You Are Prepared For The Tactics That Decide The Fate Of Battles.