My dear father, for two months now I have been serving in remote island of Leros as a sailor in the N. West naval artillery Farinata or Marcelo. It is located at an altitude of 262 meters from the sea. Everything here is difficult … Everything is different now from the previous letter I sent you… you remember, when mom was still alive.
Dear father, things have changed for us. A few weeks ago, we all knew that our enemy was the English. They would come with their planes and bomb us at night. But in the last month the scene has changed and I can’t understand what’s going on … Now the German stukas are bombing us and the English are in the same trenches as us!
Frantsesko DiPierro