Then, when silence returned to reign supreme on the high pastures and halfway up the hillside, and on the peaks lost in the sky, there were those who erected votive stones with conviction to deny other war conflicts, while mourning for the victims, often nameless, was expressed by lovingly burying the fallen, all brothers in death. In front of the “Emperor’s Fortresses” (Doss del Sommo, Sommo Alto, Cherle, Belvedere, Luserna, Verle, Pizzo di Vezzena) stood “The Sentinels of the Kingdom”, that is, the Italian forts of Campomolon, Cornolò, Casa Ratti, Punta Corbin, Campolongo, Verena. It is still possible, for those who want to walk on the paths of History, which concern the old western Italian front and, in particular, the pre-Alpine mountains that overlook the valleys of the Astico and Posina, to come across the ruins of these heavily damaged military works, often destroyed by large-caliber artillery, or blown up in the tragic days of the Strafexpedition. And if today only a few remains of walls remain of Cornolò, nestled between the Posina valley and the Rio Freddo valley, to protect Arsiero, a visit to the ruins of Forte Campomolon, located at 1853 m above sea level to counter the fortresses of Folgarida, allows you to grasp the architectural grandeur of its structures, allowing you to glimpse, in the battery block, the series of four armored domes. Further down, in the middle of the Astico Valley, at 350 m above sea level, among increasingly lush and wild vegetation, one can make out the remains of Fort “Casa Ratti”, at the time equipped with three revolving domes and armed with three 149G cannons, in cast iron, and five machine guns, surmounted by the rocky edge of the Tonezza Plateau. From the mountain centre one climbs up to Cimone, sacred to memory. The broad-leaved woods do not entirely conceal the ancient walkways, nor the trenches, nor the complex network of tunnels. The crater, dug by the Austrian mine, which exploded on 23 September 1916, is surmounted by the bold cusp of the ossuary that watches over the sleep of many fallen. The gaze sweeps towards horizons where the war is only a memory: the ducal horn of Caviojo and the Neutra peak, with its characteristic spiral tunnel, the majestic Priaforà, with its rock caves, seem to watch over the world of the valleys, dotted with villages and districts where time has not stopped, breaking the plots and stories of our history, to be rediscovered with memory, never with myth.