-5--#80, Tenth, from Vatican Clty  
 
 
and into the valleys of Italy deeply scarred with the ravages of war.   
Human life ever seeking to survive picks its way among the ruins. Even now   
a year later daily loss of life and limb continues in the fields where the   
enemy's ruthless unconcern for human life has planted vast quantitie of   
mines to blast the innocent worker who tills the soil to raise his daily   
bread. In the villages amidst the ruins of homes and public buildings the   
inhabitants try to find cover. They have returned from the woods and caves   
where the war had forced them from their homes. In one such city the   
cathedral, the hospital, all the public buildings, practically all the   
homes are in ruins. The emergency hospital to which your gift of surgical  
instruments and medicines has proved a boon is an old house somewhat   
removed from the town. The young surgeons staff wept when your donated   
instruments reached them. The operating room is no larger than a small   
American kitchen. The women and children carry in their eyes a depth of   
pathos indescribable. There are children everywhere. Silent tots with   
watchful eyes pursue you as you move about these towns. Your clothing,   
milk and vitamins have reached them. Their sufferings are supported in   
silence. Strange they are uncomplaining. The mayor goes with us to give a   
word of courage. The Bishop, the   
 
 
parish priest