We all have had people in our lives that we have known for so long that we do not even know when we met them. I can't ever remember not knowing Duilio Angelini. As far as I can recall .. the first time I had a conversation with him he was showing me how to put air into a bicycle tire. And I am sure that even at that time I knew who he was. Just as I knew that the butcher was Alex and the grocer was Bert and the milkman was Jace. I knew this man helping me was Duke. because at that time the only correct answer to "What is wrong with the car?" was "Take it over to Duke.".
 

As the years added I learned to know him a lot better. He served in the Army near the end of WW2 .... in the jungles on Okinawa he waited for orders to send him and his comrades out to attack mainland Japan. An action that he was certain that most of them would not have returned from. Regardless of how you feel about the men that sit behind desks and decide where and when to send troops to do battle for whatever reasons they find this necessary, you have to respect the courage and commitment to duty that makes men like this one carry out those orders. Maybe one day, those men will hear the voices brought on by the nightmares that the survivors bring home with them.

Duke was a man from another generation. When most things were not about right or wrong. Or even about reasons or consequences. It was simply about "who's team are you on".. "are you with us or against us"
If there is one thing that everyone who knew him would agree upon,without any objection it is this.

If there was a fight to be fought ... you wanted Duilio Angelini on your side ... and most certainly not on the other.