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24th March 2008, 04:16
Here's a short story i wrote. Hope you like it:P
It was a rainy night as usual. It had been raining for days and days. The smell of the wet soil, the trees and leaves was something Ernesto and Pablo were used to.
The rainforest had many traps. Snakes and wild animals, lice and other insects. But they didn't care about that. Nothing brought them more fear than the yankees and the paramilitary. No, they did not fear for their lives. If they did, they wouldn't e in Venezuela fighting. They would have stayed in their cozy homes, lying on their comfortable couches watching the news from afar. The medication was what mattered. If they failed their mission many comrades would die , helpless in their hiding place. That was what mattered and they would not fail their comrades.
Pablo , we are not gonna make it man, those cowards at the village can sell their mothers for a few bucks. I'm sure they informed the yankees about our visit
Don't worry comrade, even if they did I am ready to fight like a lion
I know man, as Marxists we have to be optimistic, but we won't make it if they spot us
Then we shall die on our feet
Pablo was brave. Young , handsome and tall , he had the image of a revolutionary. On the other hand Ernesto was short, skinny and weak. But his heart was strong and his brain seemed to work non-stop , thinking about possibilities, tactics and ways to make this mission, condemned to fail, a success.
Suddenly they heard voices. It's them. They ducked and hid behind a bush. Their riffles were loaded and ready to shoot down the enemy. But the enemy outnumbered them. If they engaged in a fight , the death of both of them was more than certain. Not only their death but also the death of their injured comrades who were waiting for the medication.
Run fast Pablo Ernesto whispered to his comrade.
Pablo was ready to take off, but he saw Ernesto not making a move. He understood...
You won't stay here to die comrade, we' ll fight and fall together
And what use will that have to our mission? Don't worry about me, that's why I came here for. To die for my ideas. Run, live. Live , to die another day
Ernesto's face was pale. He hugged him and took off, running as fast as he could, as quietly as he could.
Ernesto , hiding behind some rocks this time was observing. Time passed that was good. He heard a bark. He felt cold sweat on his forehead. The dog smelled him and they were moving towards him with caution. He fired. One enemy down but they were too many. The gunfire continued. He couldn't feel his leg, but he went on. Every second of fighting was crucial for Pablo to escape. But he was dizzy now. He lost conciousness for a while and when he opened his eyes again he could only see a bunch of riffles pointing on his face.
Stand up you filthy spic, a yankee yelled.
Despite the unbearable pain on his leg he stood up. He wasn't shaking, there was no sign of fear on his face. That made the yankees even more furious.
Where is the other one spic?
Long live the revolution Pablo said in his bad English.
I'll shoot you right now if you don't open your dirty mouth and tell me everything
Shoot me coward, you will only kill a man
Pablo heard a last gunfire from far away. Tears came out of his eyes but he continued running.
It was a rainy night as usual. It had been raining for days and days. The smell of the wet soil, the trees and leaves was something Ernesto and Pablo were used to.
The rainforest had many traps. Snakes and wild animals, lice and other insects. But they didn't care about that. Nothing brought them more fear than the yankees and the paramilitary. No, they did not fear for their lives. If they did, they wouldn't e in Venezuela fighting. They would have stayed in their cozy homes, lying on their comfortable couches watching the news from afar. The medication was what mattered. If they failed their mission many comrades would die , helpless in their hiding place. That was what mattered and they would not fail their comrades.
Pablo , we are not gonna make it man, those cowards at the village can sell their mothers for a few bucks. I'm sure they informed the yankees about our visit
Don't worry comrade, even if they did I am ready to fight like a lion
I know man, as Marxists we have to be optimistic, but we won't make it if they spot us
Then we shall die on our feet
Pablo was brave. Young , handsome and tall , he had the image of a revolutionary. On the other hand Ernesto was short, skinny and weak. But his heart was strong and his brain seemed to work non-stop , thinking about possibilities, tactics and ways to make this mission, condemned to fail, a success.
Suddenly they heard voices. It's them. They ducked and hid behind a bush. Their riffles were loaded and ready to shoot down the enemy. But the enemy outnumbered them. If they engaged in a fight , the death of both of them was more than certain. Not only their death but also the death of their injured comrades who were waiting for the medication.
Run fast Pablo Ernesto whispered to his comrade.
Pablo was ready to take off, but he saw Ernesto not making a move. He understood...
You won't stay here to die comrade, we' ll fight and fall together
And what use will that have to our mission? Don't worry about me, that's why I came here for. To die for my ideas. Run, live. Live , to die another day
Ernesto's face was pale. He hugged him and took off, running as fast as he could, as quietly as he could.
Ernesto , hiding behind some rocks this time was observing. Time passed that was good. He heard a bark. He felt cold sweat on his forehead. The dog smelled him and they were moving towards him with caution. He fired. One enemy down but they were too many. The gunfire continued. He couldn't feel his leg, but he went on. Every second of fighting was crucial for Pablo to escape. But he was dizzy now. He lost conciousness for a while and when he opened his eyes again he could only see a bunch of riffles pointing on his face.
Stand up you filthy spic, a yankee yelled.
Despite the unbearable pain on his leg he stood up. He wasn't shaking, there was no sign of fear on his face. That made the yankees even more furious.
Where is the other one spic?
Long live the revolution Pablo said in his bad English.
I'll shoot you right now if you don't open your dirty mouth and tell me everything
Shoot me coward, you will only kill a man
Pablo heard a last gunfire from far away. Tears came out of his eyes but he continued running.