Events offer more and more interpretations that vary according to perspectives and, sometimes, desires. The news is objective, it offers the news, it allows the images, it has the advantage of making the story visible and heard by those who could not be present; then it is up to the writer to become the singer of what must pass to the heart: indelible memory of feelings, colors, sounds to be kept forever, even with the sepia color of the grandparents' photos.
Close your eyes, imagine the blue of the sky and the dazzling blaze of a very hot sun.
100 years seem like a long time, but on the wings of the youngest Armed Forces they are a moment, a symbol of a technology that has reached the moon from the triplane in just 1 century; think about it, we are the country where the founder of a car manufacturer which, not surprisingly, still wears Baracca's horse, knew how to listen to the jingle of well-calibrated parts by ear. Only U.S.
During these two days, the history of the Air Force also flew on the wings of aircraft which, put back up with love and passion, roared once again in the sky they protected for years. In the blue of the coat of arms of Experimental Department the spread wings of an Icarus stand out who, like the pilots of the operational flight lines present, is not yet tired of looking to the sky. It is the history of Italy that flows in slow motion to accelerate on the ascents of the planes, it is the story of many, many challenges that no one could have won if they had not had from his star and tricolor. It is so; a naturally individualistic people, the Italian has always given his best when, in the past, he has been in difficulty.
The Armed Forces, for better or for worse, have interpreted a rebirth that no one would have ever bet on. Technique, sacrifice, passion, it's a choir that involved everyone, and that the stars, like it or not, have kept.
It's something to experience: very modern planes that rise while the Mameli anthem starts, two tempos, two stories that merge into that of an ancient and modern country that still knows how to create wonders; a country that must be aware of being able to count on men and women who, in silence, know how to always be present. And whoever reaches for the sun, well, cannot be considered as anyone, even if he silently obeys and does his duty, always.
Nobody can be said to be perfect, but in the roar of the engines of the Icarus that took off towards the sun of Italy there is a story that continues, which looks to the future but which extends its roots in the past. Perhaps this is what makes those who, with stars, look to the deepest blue and keep Francesco Baracca's horse different.
Photo: Martina Corocher / author
