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Crosses of Military Merit. Soldiers with Red Decoration.

Soldiers with Red Decoration.

This question does not arise anymore: where will be written down the story of those soldiers who shared our days and who are tracing with their truths the most modern epic poem of the Spanish Army? Perhaps poets and novelists will arrive soon in order to sum them up; however, in the meantime, their adventures will be collected in this section of our webpage.

 

The Crossing of Sabzak, a place which stopped time (I)

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The Crossing of Sabzak, a place which stopped time (I)

Wednesday, August 8,2018

The Crossing of Sabzak, a place which stopped time (I)

There are places named after combat, there are places where battles take place, there are places which see the first and the last bullet fly by. There are places, arteries of all kinds of social contact, a passage obligated to travellers and goods, which can never be dominated by extortionists, insurgencies or men of war. There are places which seem to spin around the planet, but occasionally time stops them to involve them in the roar of the battle. There are places like the crossing of Sabzak in Afghanistan.

The bullets whizz by

Monday, July 16, 2018

Silban las balas

It is 5.38 in the morning, 14th June 2008. From the ridge one sees the Khaikhane locality. It is a very hot night, the kind of heat which takes hold of the Afghanistani land from the month of June and doesn´t let go until autumn arrives. It is a dark night. The heat multiplies with the weight of all the equipment: bulletproof vests, several magazine holders with magazines full of bullets, helmets and other weapons.

Enemy at the gates

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Enemy at the gates

No one knows what day it is. It is the dawn of April the 4th of 2004. When the day was long and the hours were coming and going by the hand of all of those who found themselves on both sides of the Al Andalus base in Najaf, and all the sands of Iraq converged in front of its doors. When the Cavalry arrives at the detachment, it is not surprising to see some fortly Iraqi soldiers equipped with riot control equipments. The outside is quiet at the moment and the Iraqi riot police are resting under the little shade of the day. The 4th of the 4th of the year 04 is a hot day.

A brave heart

Monday, May 21, 2018

A brave heart

The blood that makes hearts beat and that is the light and the prodigy of existence came from the air. There were not a few injured people who were in the throes of death, holding on to that one hope, dreaming about the arrival of blood plasma and medication, which were so necessary in two hospitals of a conflict Mostar, located each of them in one of the sides separated by the confrontation line: the Bosnian-Muslim hospital and the Bosnian-Croatian hospital; even though no one is unaware that blood does not ask for documentation or papers to give life, nor distinguishes races or religions, nor asks questions whose answer would be hate.

Ten minutes

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Ten minutes

It is 23:15, Apr. 7th. 2004. Soldier Jorge Trejo is carrying out his guard duty at the lookout post of "España" base in Diwaniyah (Iraq). Ten minutes left and he will finish his task, being aware of the short period of time that it is. Until now the guard duty, as during the night, is quiet and the relay will arrive soon. What are ten minutes! Silence has been his company until now while he was watching, as if he were a clockmaker, all the geometry of the streets, some hurried shapes walking and avoiding the night's abandonment, and some other vehicles which were not strangers in that landscape.

We all are one

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

We all are one

When the second lieutenant was ordered to relieve the Infantry section in Najaf, he knew that this time, it was not his support weapons section's turn; but because of guard and escort reasons, apart from fate, always moving around, all of them were taken to a destination that they did not expect at all. For them, base Al Andalus in Najaf was a break; they would stop making escorts during a lot of hours, and they would provide security in a small and quite base. They called it "the spa" because during one week their tasks consisted in being in guard in turns of four hours, some casual escort, and the rest of the time was spent in doing sports and resting.

Yes to all

Monday, January 22, 2018

Yes to all

This question does not arise anymore: where will be written down the story of those soldiers which shared our days and who are tracing with their truths the most modern epic poem of the Spanish Army? Perhaps, poets and novelists will come soon in order to sum them up; however, in the meantime, their adventures will be collected in the newspaper Tierra. In Bamako (Mali) starts this story.