User talk:Gil samaco jr

A camera, beside the notebook, and a bag full of uncertainty. A candle near the corpse that were lined up beside the street and a crying woman who lost her daughter. There was no voice between talking men; lost fear, amidst the loud cries of cannons and the spitting machine guns that fired to enemies that had gone through the smoke. Three dead for a thousand bullets! While the thick branches of trees were like eaten by a fierce sabertooth. The rangers who guided us were quick footed, well trained scouts; and he even joked by the time we were almost caught by a band of moro fighters while he gripped his riffle ready for annihilation. But the Holy Spirit guided us, when we fell in a deep ravine. They said days passed, but it was over seconds or thirty minutes for us; thirty minutes of deafness, of denial, caught in the line of fire. And when the blaze of guns stopped even the invincible swords of the mighty fighters who refused to surrender their principle, the Flag of the nation once again reclaimed its territory, and they reclaimed us down in the ravine, prostrated, and reaching out to the sun of a day that was always new. I refused to lie down in the stretcher, but the smell of gunpowder made me sick, so i did lie there while i was taken out of the jungle. A little later, when the canopy became thinner and the light of the sun was replaced

by flashes of cameras, my face attracted the press who were opting to create a story 

out of my experience. They held me in a room with an italian priest who was kidnapped years ago, and he shared to me his experience, and the contradiction of the way the both parties

view of peace and how they wanted to attain it. "Which greater evil?" He asked, but by 

the time he said that, i felt a different feeling thinking of the war. My heart told me so, and i don't know. Everytime i asked the question; "Do i know?" I find it hard to breathe, although the i gazed to the open window that brought a different scent when she, Editha, accidentally passed by. It wasn't an accident, i thought twice, when the room was emptied after the General adviced the press to give me a time to breathe. I stared at the ceiling for hours, and when i look at the window, i smelled the scent of the lady who passed by moments ago. I stood to follow the flowery smell,