Once in a while to change of airs he was formed a column for us to go from walk to Ambriz. As he had beach, during two or three days there we were. I took advantage and there I became distracted twice. There was an improvised restaurant, where they served French fries with steak.
In an of the trips that I was not part, the second lieutenant took the personnel to the river Loge, and they picked many crawfish with bread baits. Already in the quartering, my friends told me admired that there was party in the platoons:
- They are to eat shellfish, they picked a ton of crawfish.
I was happy, gluttonous only of thinking that will taste a good dainty:
- Will we steal them there some?
- They don't give us, they tell us that if they want will pick them there. This food is not for tightrope walkers.
- Big crooked of friends, it is what are!
However a message gets to inform that there was a great enemy activity in our area. Second lieutenant Lopes comments on apprehensive:
- The best is create not problems. If we don't put ourselves with them, they don't enter with us. If we don't attack them they don't also attack us. We are here for the time to pass and we return all alive ones.
After this I started to use a radio of the reservation, to listen in other frequencies that it would be been to pass with other companies. Once in a while he heard that it was moved a mine, and that there were some hurt. This meant that the situation was not pleasant.
Second lieutenant Santos previously went out with her platoon for an area of enemy infiltration certain. The certain height his operator of radio communicated us that there was intense shooting. We were attentive to the radio and awaiting the worst.
Then, when they arrived to the quartering, the information that they gave were us very confused. That they had clashes with the enemy, but that was just an old poor in the reality that it was depressed. One of the beaters of the platoon shuffled everything; in such a way that as it was night confused the old with a very numerous group. The wars have of these situations. Some frustration took possession of us.
Somewhere I heard the sound of a very pleasant viola. He made to remember Zeca Afonso. I went in her direction, intrigued of who would be the minstrel. I wondered... it was Tchipalanca, one of the members of the Angolan platoon. It was natural of Huambo and teacher in the civilian life. I asked him that music was to play and to sing. That it was a ballad of the area East of Angola. I asked him more:
- I liked a lot of hearing, he pleaser plays.
The melody felt great joy. It is once in a while went near him and he asked him that he played something of the Angolan folklore.
A message has just arrived; it informed that it came for our company in next MVL, of punishment, a soldier. He arrived and their records said that his military life was alone punishments. He already had finishing her time of commission. Of punishment in punishment would never again leave the troop. A dangerous element was considered. To the low altercation he threatened of death who wants that it went. He had beaten some officiate with shots to the mixture. Quickly our atmosphere lost temper with some beating scenes in the barracks. Few days later, in one night we were surprised with a great racket in the roof of the barracks. He was with a ready grenade to explode and he threatened to throw her.
Image: Non-commissioned Luis Filipe
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