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So the going is tough, but rewarding. And the difficult task, requiring reciprocal help by vehicles owners, always ready to stop if some other driver seems in trouble even if we have arranged for servicing trucks and assistance strengthens the bond among participants, making the Column of Liberation a large family of friends. Tired but satisfied we reach our restaurant at the lake near Castiglione del Lago. Not only is lunch waiting for us, but also a veritable crowd of people who have taken the opportunity to visit the place knowing we were coming.

The tasty meal, served professionally while we enjoy the beautiful view on lake Trasimeno, is refreshing after the long morning trip. However, we must leave sooner than we would like, as the road to Castiglion Fiorentino is still long. After lunch, a few participants, visibly sad, wish us goodbye to get back home near Rome or to the South, as planned.

But they will not resist the chance of rejoining us the following weekend, changing their plans unexpectedly. Our arrival in Castiglion Fiorentino is the appropriate end for our first days together. The whole place is waiting for us at the main parking area outside the town walls. We listen to the welcoming speeches by local authorities and to the music played by the several bands, while majorettes contribute a light note to the show, and the people gather around our vehicles asking questions and taking photographs.

While the main body of the Column of Liberation has been cruising along lovely Umbria and Tuscany, the second wing of our Column — the Lucca Detachment — has set up a vehicle exhibition, also together with the local Italian Red Cross, at the city of Lucca to the west of Florence. They will reach us the next weekend in Florence and will proceed to the North with us from there.

The Column — the Lucca Detachmen The first part of our event is over. We oversee the recovery of our HMVs at a convenient location made available to us by the municipality of Castiglion Fiorentino and we start our trip back home, on chartered busses or by cars. Tired but satisfied, we look forward to the coming Friday and the beginning of the second half of our adventure.

We organizers, though, will have to attend several chores already before then. Together with them is Mr. Needless to say, his presence with us means more than we could possibly put in writing, but we try our best to convey him our thankful feelings. We are received with the warmest welcome by the Commander and Deputy commander of the school, Colonels Lupini and Chiarenza, the latter also himself an avid HMV collector. Then, we proceed to Castiglion Fiorentino, where we will start anew our event, carrying our vehicles up to the Po river.

A tasty dinner in a nice local restaurant is the perfect occasion to get together again after these few days of separation. This is a WWII relic retrieved from its resting place where the retreating Wehrmacht had used it, after it had broken down mechanically, to bridge a small stream during their retreat up north in July As for our arrival a few days before, it looks the whole town is gathered to see our departure, enjoying the usual confusion when vehicles assemble, come and go for a last refueling, and finally get their proper place in the column, exhaust smokes filling the air together with the unusual noise of sixty-years old engines.

We start our journey under a beautiful sun reaching Arezzo, where we parade through the main avenues downtown amid a cheering crowd, and then along the Arno river valley in the direction of Florence. This is home territory for our group of organizers, and we see many friends waving at us from the road side, or among the Florence Police Historical Group who, running on vintage motorbikes and dressed in vintage uniforms guide us safely through the many intersections along the crowded way.

The morning goes on without problems, and by 1: We are again the guests of the Italian Army, thanks to the help of Col. Our vehicles park inside the base, in the company of an old M4 and a more recent M47 tanks standing guard under the flag pole in the barracks square. Firenze - Guests of the Italian Army, thanks to the help of Col. The lunch at Florence is the first occasion when we can properly introduce our ADT guests to the assembled crowd. After lunch we enter Florence by way of the large avenues along the Arno river, then up the majestic tree-lined road to the panoramic Piazzale Michelangelo, offering a beautiful view of the city sprawled along the river in the valley below.

The weather is perfect, and together with the view and the crowd of tourists and visitors, this makes for a very welcome stop, the perfect surrounding for Liberation Day, April The Italian Red Cross, as before in Castiglion Fiorentino, has arranged their exhibition of vehicles and equipment, and after a while even more HMVs come when the Lucca detachment joins us at the place under the leadership of Beppe Bendinelli driving his amphibious Ford GPA, bringing the number of vehicles to about Our people enjoy the scenery and the company of eager visitors, and we have time to stop at length at the Piazzale, amusing shopkeepers and customers alike when we go take an ice cream clumsily moving around in the crowded places, encumbered with steel helmets and full field equipment.

Then we start our climb along Highway 65 towards the Mugello, where we will spend the night at Scarperia. All of us make it without problem, though, and at about 7 p. We explain it would not have been feasible to get a column of Shermans up the peninsula from Rome to the Po!

In Scarperia on the road to the Giogo Pass A tasty dinner at the Scarperia Sporting Club association who we have come to count upon for their professional service and the top quality of their cooking ends our long day. Tomorrow we will cross the Apennines range, covering in one peaceful day the distance the Allied armies had to fight for from September to April Saturday, we reach Barberino di Mugello early in the morning, where we stop shortly to be greeted by the Mayor, an old friend who trusted us when we organized our first HMV event in We arrive near Ferrara at the Barbieri factory compound, where we are going to have dinner, at about 8: The exhibition, which is linked to our event, was setup by the Ferrara chapter of the Italian Parachutists Association.

Upon our arrival, Col. Chiarenza, his voice repeated over a sound system, expertly describes to the public each vehicle when it passes in front of his stand, commenting not only on the types and function of our HMVs, but also getting into the subtle nuances of their different colors and markings. Our dinner is a huge affair, with hundreds of people crowding the large structure available. It is also an occasion for celebrations, particulalry in honor of the several veterans among us.

Nationalities do not matter in this, nor considerations about which side individuals fought on more than sixty years ago. It is already dark when we start our final leg of the journey to Ferrara. The night is starry, and we form our column once more, enjoying this unusual night trip in our HMVs, guided through the night by an efficient security service by the Italian Carabinieri.

No sooner are our vehicles parked in Piazza Ariostea than most of us proceed to their night quarters at several hotels or at the Ferrara Youth Hostel, which we have reserved beforehand. A few will sleep near the parked vehicles under tents set up by the local volunteer services, who also act as night guards at the area.

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Ferrara - Piazza Ariostea Sunday, April 27, has finally come. The last day of our wonderful trip through Italy. And, we hope, a proper finale for all who covered the long distance on the road, as well as for the many others who join us only for this last day. Aboard it, a crew dressed in historical Italian Police uniforms. Already the previous day, during our trip from Bologna to Ferrara, looking back at its length from the vehicles at the head of the column when we crossed the vast expanses of the Po valley at sunset was quite an impressive sight. A seemingly unending line of military vehicles, their unmistakable shapes silhouetted against the horizon in the west, reaching far into the plain to the point where even the big trucks were no more than small moving dots along a distant stretch of the road.

Today, however, the column is only one part of the show.

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And audience there is. All available space along the winding road which borders the drop zone, several kilometers long, is crammed with people for obvious reasons, vehicles are forbidden to park along the jump areas.

It looks like everybody for many miles around have converged to the place- a fact later confirmed by our friends from Sermide, who stated they had never seen such an assembly of people before in their life at home. We reach the area on schedule at We have previously communicated with the C crew at the Villafranca airport to assure its timely arrival on the drop zone.

The atmosphere is charged with expectation, both among the audience and us. While we expect it, the first sound of the C engines with their slow drumming getting nearer cannot but bring shivers along our spines. Then we see it, its beautiful unmistakable shape getting closer at jump altitude, making its first pass over the drop zone to check wind and ground conditions. The first jumps will be executed by the ADT.

One of them, though, did not need to travel that far. Pierguido Lanucara is the only Italian among the ADT jumpers, having gotten his ADT brevet in Oklahoma the previous winter adding it to his two Italian parachute qualifications — both military and civilian. And now their moment has come. The first stick of seven jumpers leaves the airplane, small dots in the clear blue sky at first. One by one, the chutes open, no reserves are needed, thankfully. The second and third sticks follow, a long line of green canopies streaking the sky above us, and soon all of them are safely assembled at the building at the drop zone, which acts as our improvised CP during the show.

Smiles beaming on their faces, they are extremely satisfied, and all of us with them. The Airborne Demonstration Team after the jumps We celebrate the event by taking out a bottle of Italian grappa, and get together for picture taking. We find out one jumper had his M1 helmet jerked off by a riser, but he got out with only a big bruise below his left eye. And, the helmet was safely recovered on the soft ground, undamaged. Our location and the building, which appears unchanged from WWII; the parachute jumps; the American voices.

It is hard at times to remember this is the year and not Italy, But that was only half of the show. Now the Italian parachutists will also jump.

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It takes the airplane about one hour to get back to the Villafranca airport, load up, and return to the drop zone. Three more sticks jump out of the plane, under the leadership of Luca Migliavacca from Milan, who has also put together the required uniforms for his jumping friends. Again, each chute opens flawlessly, affecting a perfect jump. Later, both US and Italian parachutists will tell us what from the ground seemed to the non parachutists among us quite an easy job under perfect circumstances of weather and terrain, was not such a nice walk, after all.

The winds were rather strong at jumping altitude, and it takes quite a bit of expertise to properly jump out from a C to avoid hitting the fuselage or getting a wrong descent position when the canopy opens. And, the chutes themselves were of the old military types, not so easily guided as those of today.

Hats off to all of the men who, with passion and professionalism, carry their wish to honor the fighters of yesterday one step forward than most of us do. The C, its mission accomplished, donates us a magnificent low altitude passage on the drop zone, which leaves everybody exited and constitutes the perfect crowning of our wonderful morning at the drop zone. The weather is hot, and everybody starts feeling the tiredness accumulated during the previous days. After the air show, the lunch, and official ceremonies including a presentation of honorary certificates to all who jumped in the morning, we move one last time to nearby Sermide, along the Po river, where the people are waiting for us with the usual happiness and warmth which meant so much to us during the whole event.

We have previously communicated with the C crew at the Villafranca airport to assure its timely arrival on the drop zone. The atmosphere is charged with expectation, both among the audience and us. While we expect it, the first sound of the C engines with their slow drumming getting nearer cannot but bring shivers along our spines. Then we see it, its beautiful unmistakable shape getting closer at jump altitude, making its first pass over the drop zone to check wind and ground conditions.

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The first jumps will be executed by the ADT. One of them, though, did not need to travel that far. Pierguido Lanucara is the only Italian among the ADT jumpers, having gotten his ADT brevet in Oklahoma the previous winter adding it to his two Italian parachute qualifications — both military and civilian. And now their moment has come. The first stick of seven jumpers leaves the airplane, small dots in the clear blue sky at first. One by one, the chutes open, no reserves are needed, thankfully.

The second and third sticks follow, a long line of green canopies streaking the sky above us, and soon all of them are safely assembled at the building at the drop zone, which acts as our improvised CP during the show. Smiles beaming on their faces, they are extremely satisfied, and all of us with them. The Airborne Demonstration Team after the jumps We celebrate the event by taking out a bottle of Italian grappa, and get together for picture taking.

We find out one jumper had his M1 helmet jerked off by a riser, but he got out with only a big bruise below his left eye. And, the helmet was safely recovered on the soft ground, undamaged. Our location and the building, which appears unchanged from WWII; the parachute jumps; the American voices.

It is hard at times to remember this is the year and not Italy, But that was only half of the show. Now the Italian parachutists will also jump. It takes the airplane about one hour to get back to the Villafranca airport, load up, and return to the drop zone. Three more sticks jump out of the plane, under the leadership of Luca Migliavacca from Milan, who has also put together the required uniforms for his jumping friends. Again, each chute opens flawlessly, affecting a perfect jump. Later, both US and Italian parachutists will tell us what from the ground seemed to the non parachutists among us quite an easy job under perfect circumstances of weather and terrain, was not such a nice walk, after all.

The winds were rather strong at jumping altitude, and it takes quite a bit of expertise to properly jump out from a C to avoid hitting the fuselage or getting a wrong descent position when the canopy opens. And, the chutes themselves were of the old military types, not so easily guided as those of today. Hats off to all of the men who, with passion and professionalism, carry their wish to honor the fighters of yesterday one step forward than most of us do.

The C, its mission accomplished, donates us a magnificent low altitude passage on the drop zone, which leaves everybody exited and constitutes the perfect crowning of our wonderful morning at the drop zone. The weather is hot, and everybody starts feeling the tiredness accumulated during the previous days.

After the air show, the lunch, and official ceremonies including a presentation of honorary certificates to all who jumped in the morning, we move one last time to nearby Sermide, along the Po river, where the people are waiting for us with the usual happiness and warmth which meant so much to us during the whole event. Such is the crowd that we can hardly reach the riverside area where a reenacting camp has been setup since Saturday, and where our amphibious vehicles will be launched into the river for a final demonstration.

The first one to go is a modern vehicle by the Fire Brigade, which will act as a safety boat. Our DUCKWs then descend into the river, necessitating a careful driving since the waters are swollen by the rain of the previous week. This also prevents them to transports reenactors and visitors, as we had planned to do. So there we are, back where we started our story.

The day is advancing towards its end. The first groups of participants start preparing their vehicles for the trip back home to locations stranded all along Italy. We have shared a unique experience, which in retrospect has developed even too fast for grasping its many pleasant moments, its varied character. Our initial euphoria in Rome, soon to be overshadowed by the long trip to Viterbo.

The cheering crowd in Castiglion Fiorentino a fleeting picture replaced by the beautiful locations in historic Florence. The beautiful landscapes of the Northern Apennines, giving way to our long ride through the Po Valley and our night entry into Ferrara.

And all of this finally absorbed by our magnificent last day, marked by the spectacular jumps by the ADT and the Italian Parachutists Association, with the essential contribution of our British friends and their C plane, whose coming — according to the rumors spread by a few malignant individuals, was but a publicity stunt by our Association. Sorry, it was all for real, and the Column of Liberation will be remembered for long as an unprecedented event on the Italian HMV and reenacting scene. As always in this kind of endeavors, many people have significantly contributed to the success of the event, and we redirect to all of them the many sincere words of congratulations and appreciation, which we have received from so many quarters.

If anything, the Column of Liberation has confirmed the old saying that unity is strength. It is now up to all Italian HMV clubs and individual collectors to make sure this will not be an isolated occurrence. To understand this success points in the right direction to develop the hobby in our country, by putting aside the parochialism and — in a few cases — the personal idiosyncrasies which have only hampered the growth of a mature and constructive HMV scene in Italy, to the benefit and for the enjoyment of all concerned. Meanwhile, we still have to get home from Sermide. And our long trip to Tuscany under the fading sun in the west of the Po valley and through the darkness of the Apennines night will be a notable HMV experience in itself, full of beautiful moments and sensations.

So, time to go. The gear is in neutral, the ignition turned on. With clutch depressed, a light step on the starting switch is all that is needed to start our trusted Willys on the first try. Its engine seems to be purring even more happily than usual, maybe she feels we are going back at last.

Departure from Viterbo towards Orvieto 9: Transit through Orvieto, proceeds towards Todi PG Arrival in Perugia and stop. Transit through Magione towards Lake Trasimeno Arrival at Lake Trasimeno and stop for lunch. Departure towards Castiglion del Lago 3: Arrival in Castiglion Fiorentino 3: Vehicles exhibition with detachment from the Italian Red Cross 6: Vehicles exhibition with detachment from the Italian Red Cross in Lucca The Column will stop from April 21 to April 24, allowing for the arrival and deployment of parachute reenactors. Departure towards Arezzo 9: Arrival in Arezzo and stop.

Departure towards Montevarchi Transit through Montevarchi Arrival in Pontassieve and stop for lunch 2: Departure towards Florence 2: Transit through Rovezzano 3: Vehicles exhibition with detachment from the Italian Red Cross. Departure towards Scarepria Highway 65 7: Arrival in Scarperia and stop for dinner and sleeping accommodations.

Departure from Lucca towards Pescia Transit through Montecatini Terme Arrival in Pistoia and stop. Arrival in Prato and stop for lunch 1: Departure towards Florence 3: Departure from Scarperia towards Lake Bilancino 9: Transit along Lake Bilancino 9: Transit through Barberino di Mugello towards the Futa Pass 9: Arrival at the Futa Pass Transit through Pietramala towards the Raticosa Pass Arrival in Monghidoro and stop. Transit through Loiano Transit through Livergnano towards Botteghino di Zocca 1: Departure towards Castenaso 2: Transit through Castenaso 3: Transits through San Pietro in Casale.

Transit through Cento towards Mirabello. Arrival at Poggio Renatico and stop for dinner. Departure from Poggio Renatico towards Ferrara. Arrival in Ferrara, vehicles exhibition and recovery for the night. Departure from Ferrara towards Vigarano Mainarda 9: Departure from Bondeno towards Sermide

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