“Well, you succeed against war” Mike interrupted, ” Yes, I escaped” he answered mechanically turning his head towards my friend and showing him all the languish in his pale eyes. ” Learning to be a soldier was easy, you have to stop to think and start doing and remember! There is not such an easy way of remembering as when learn to be a soldier because each thing finds a link with other things, instructions become mental schemes; I enjoyed making my bed, washing floors, charging the weapons, marching, peeling, repeating… When I had some spare time, I used to look at the other soldiers, they where as me: strong, ambitious and precise, they could carry out commands as perfectly as I did and that’s what I liked about the competition between such masculine individuals: it lied in their capabilities of adapting to an intensive lifestyle, but it was a celebration of life.
One of those days training, a soldier, Alexandre Dunajski, who came from a nearby village, sit next to me and asked ” What do you think makes a valiant and honourable soldier”? I replied almost instantly with a computational intuition, ” to fight with courage and defeat the enemy”, my assertion was solid. ” What do YOU think makes a valiant soldiers”? I saw in his eyes a sense of liquid loss, ” to die, I think”.
So when the war began, we camped in the field and everyday, 30 people died and everyday I shoot 10 people. We run for the highest, and It felt like a game, as long as you and the boys you knew survived. In the first year as a soldier, I could not succeed but at least I knew I tried to help my country, and I survived! whats more honourable than that? Plus, when I got back home everybody was treating me as a respectable figure to which to refer to for serious matters such as war, Germany and politics.