When we entered Venice it was flowers all the way For the war was almost over, and we had won the day.
'Bellissimo Tenenti!' cried the girls as I drove by In my Regimental Splendour, waving beret to the sky.
We were wined and we were dined, for Tedesco was no more And everywhere we went, there were flowers on the floor.
But I knew beneath the flowers, so beautiful, so red, We had ridden on a carpet of the bodies of the dead.
- The Voice of War -- Michael Joseph Ltd (1995)