We were closer of Luanda. The highway was asphalted, and besides our quartering soul was not spied. Convicts that here would pass the rest of the time, until that they yielded us, with a deserved rest, the reality was very different. It was operation behind operation, what surprised us. The personnel began to be rioted.
In this position of radio he had a small one compartmentalize only for me. Moved away of the noise of the barracks, he already slept and he calmly rested. He had my privacy finally.
Several times of Bairrada, in Portugal, they arrived smoked sausage, ham and similar, including the wine. We made great carouses, thanks to the Lavoura that was natural of Bairrada and of Cansadinho that was from Lisbon.
The Lavoura and Cansadinho were soldiers telegraph operators. But they had qualifications for CSM, Course of Sergeants Militiaman. They were able to very well be noncommissioned officers. But due to they have not given the paper work on time, they were in the soldiers' condition. In spite of that they continued to study. When there were the periods of exams in Luanda, they authorized us to leave, and when they returned came full of joy, because the exams ran them well. "The seventh year is already in the crop." - They said. A new situation appeared... they already had qualifications for officer’s militiamen.
And the noncommissioned officers and second lieutenant started to be embarrassed of they give them orders. They had more qualifications than the noncommissioned officers, and these felt as that inferiorities. The second lieutenants treated in the as same. But it was not alone this, there was more. The Lavoura was of the engineering transmissions and infantry Cansadinho. Cansadinho had fat the plus and it didn't support to carry the radio to the backs deserving her name. The Lavoura always offered for substituting. In a spirit of solidarity whole we passed to do the same.
After a great walk in direction to a camp of the guerrilla fighters' passage, where some of us didn't tolerate the last, including me, or else we see: The radio was weighed, about ten kilos, a campaign Racal TR28, with a sack full of combat rations, plastic bottles with reservation water, canteen, a blanket, a tent cloth and almost always a book, the ammunitions, and clear, G3. Imagine this weight during a long walk. The certain height everything weighs as lead. I dropped me and I removed the radio of the backs convinced that the second lieutenant would make a stop. But nothing of this happened. Somebody screamed:
- My second lieutenant!!! My second lieutenant!!!
He looked but it didn't stop, he didn't give importance:
- Who wants to be that it is!
Gee, only of thinking that we would be thereabout abandoned, he gave us such force that we forgot the fatigue. We ran with what remained of our forces and we joined to our companions.
We parked in a place that seemed to be it more insurance, densely surrounded of vegetation. When somebody spoke higher, second lieutenant Lopes imposed silence, and to smoke was not possible. Because the sounds in the forest are perfectly audible, and the tobacco of the cigarette feels the considerable distance. Like this, as suddenly if the birds took off, that means that somebody or something was in the proximities.
Image: courtesy of the noncommissioned officer Luís Filipe
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