[an italian]

Fist of all I want to say you that I’m sorry for my English, but I’m Italian.
I only want to spend some words in this speech for a boy, a man. A boy, a man like some others, but a hero. Fabrizio Quattrocchi. Because we (I speak as an Italian) must say Thanks to this boy, to this man, to this hero. And we must do it because he has given back us dignity, decorum, honour, pride. Because he has faced the death, he has watched her in face, and he has replied her “now I show you how an Italian dies”. And with few words pronounced whit rage and not with despair he has offered at the world the imagine of a boy, a man, a hero of our home that didn’t have fault, it’s true, but who had courage. In this words I see a lot of wish of fight, a lot of wish of don’t surrender, don’t bend, at least break but not bend, a lot of wish of don’t yield, don’t renounce. And when I hear it, now, I fell like when I see my flag, the flag of my Country: a lot of respect, a lot of admiration, a lot of pride. I forget straight those “little-politicians” that go to TV to say that our-government-is-ignoble, that we-must-go-back-from-Iraq (in few words, those “little-politicians that instead to condemn the terrorism condemn who fight it). I don’t know if a lot of person will forget soon this words, I don’t know if a lot of person has just done it. Me no. And I belive I will think about this forever. And now, a little bit more proud to be an Italian, I must say to this boy, to this man, to this hero Thanks.
And God bless America.

[Miss Marple]

Thank you for your words. We share your loss and also your pride in this hero. Thank you for being an ally.

[Allegra]

What wonderful words. Our hearts go out to this man's family and to the Italian people.

We stand with you.

[Romish_Papist]

God bless you for your words sir, and we stand by you for the price your countryman has paid in the cause of freedom.