To Occident of the Paradise (45). It happened that suddenly became furious. He neither supported anything nor nobody.

No matter how much if he spoke didn't give ears to anybody. Somebody suggested that it was better to abate him, but it appeared the noncommissioned officer of his platoon that while he spoke, it put candy in the camera of her G3:

- Already leave then, it is an order!

The answer was:

- My noncommissioned officer, don't enter in this, I will kill them to all!

The noncommissioned officer was not to lose more time and he screamed him:

- I am going there on top to have with itself and if you have courage can kill myself. While the noncommissioned officer was disposed to arise, he suddenly jumped. The noncommissioned officer approached and he screamed him more it unites time:

- Shit, feel the shit of the grenade!!!

He stood back and it threw the grenade for the small is worth that it surrounded our facilities without causing any damages. It cried the noncommissioned officer near copiously, and while he apologized was hugged to the that was corresponded by the noncommissioned officer. They seemed father and son. Then it was transferred for another company, we never again knew what happened him.

The violent storms continued. He wanted to hug Belita. He wanted to leave of here at the whole cost. But How?! Do I Think I lost everything, besides his love. He would never again see her beauty. But because I was not born with wings to fly? At least it could glide and to contemplate so much beauty nocturnal and later to return for my position. It was as soon as thought when it was of service at night. He looked at the horizon and road that seemed continuous explosions, because they illuminated the sky in such a way, that it seemed neither a great battle without having expired nor winners.

They were intense casts of orange light. It was the sorcery of the Angolan sky. Then a great invasion of heavy butterflies appeared the one that gave the name of airplanes Dakotas of the night. During a short period of the night we were illuminated for a generator. The conservation of the foods was made with freezers to petroleum. Excepting this, the batteries of our equipments had to be loaded while the generator was linked. After having turned off, a deep silence settled when it arrived the bedtime.

In service at that time of the rains, of linked lamp in the position of radio, an insects crowd enters. It was enough to have something open, it was almost impossible to stay at the place.

During the time of the dry time they were made great burning to avoid that the grass grew and it sheltered the enemy. They were burned that arrived to be so gigantic, that they were able to easily be seen at night. They inspired me great fears. They seemed great cities that burned without any control.

It happened that suddenly became furious. He neither supported anything nor nobody. When he got up and it always faced the same faces, I arrived to the point of diverting the head for the other side. No longer he spoke, it discussed and he screamed aloud. To the low thing it was out of me. No longer it got to support the atmosphere. My friends called me the attention, but in vain. He just wanted to be alone and that nobody inconvenienced me. But they began to appear more cases. To present situation he became unsustainable. After all it was almost after one year and the solitude was a great torment. It was just broken when it arrived the airplane or MVL, of rest we didn't have contact with anything else. Our command began to notice that was necessary change to another place.

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