A strong looking United States youthful Military Sergeant was checking their ID’s out, as an American Colonel, Colonel Wright (who had just happened to be at the crossing at the same time), seen the Sergeant in Charge, checking them out: doing a cross-checking, double checking of the several weather beaten Mexican’s.A light smile appears on the Colonel’s face, directly looking into the Sergeant’s eyes, to insure he knew, the Sergeant knew that is, that the Colonel was a Colonel, the same one that had looked the other way a few times on his squad that had drank too much, crossing the bridge back to the American side, looked the other way and not brought such matters to his attention, such matters as Court Marshals and so forth and so on.
The Roof[The Beginning] As the Colonel lay back against the rock-hard wall of the building, he thought about what had taken place. as I wished I had another drink?Do?a Leonor’s Revenge (1627 AD)Rafael Ortiz’s fateWas on the plateOf Do?a Leonor’sWhen she arrivedIn Lima, Peru;To taste revengeFor the beheadingOf her Husband. Hence, still sitting, leaning lightly against the wall now, not as heavy as he was before, again, an instinctive measure for he did not here his men talking nor any low-laughter from their voices, nor the sounds of boots, just an uneasy sound of one person climbing the steps; his men came in two’s or three’s, normally not alone-he went checking out his pockets for a cigar, for he projected to himself the fighting had stopped, or at least clogged up for now, for about twenty-minutes.The two men: Garcia and Colonel Wright now were face to face-both less then twenty-feet away.
The battle had gone on for over three hours, and when it was over-the clash that took place in this small town, on the American side of the boarder-the Colonel took to resting-thinking much on trifling matters, allowing his imagination to speculate of his future, fanciful thoughts came and left-. He questioned himself. And so the plot?was now played out(in an alley way)As she gutted her trout!3)Boarder Town M?l?e[Christmas Day-1927]Note: the story took place around Christmas time, in 1927, the names of the people and location have been changed, for reasons I’d prefer not to mention: which linger in my family’s history.
Early Part of the Day(Part One) In the early part of the day, the part that the Sergeant was talking about, the Colonel, during a fire-fight, had killed his son, Garcia’s son, and wife whom tried to guard him (Garcia, father and husband had been huddled together) from racing bullets, and in the process they took the bullets for him. Plus Garcia knew that Colonel knew it was not a mans way to kill children or women, it was as it was, something that happened and would not had, had his wife and child not insisted on being part of the militia. The Colonel-prosperous enough to be able to purchase the respect of the Sergeant-waived to his black-limousine, now in back of him, which was a signal for his driver, a Private First Class, to park it for the time being.
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The Roof[The Beginning] As the Colonel lay back against the rock-hard wall of the building, he thought about what had taken place. as I wished I had another drink?Do?a Leonor’s Revenge (1627 AD)Rafael Ortiz’s fateWas on the plateOf Do?a Leonor’sWhen she arrivedIn Lima, Peru;To taste revengeFor the beheadingOf her Husband. Hence, still sitting, leaning lightly against the wall now, not as heavy as he was before, again, an instinctive measure for he did not here his men talking nor any low-laughter from their voices, nor the sounds of boots, just an uneasy sound of one person climbing the steps; his men came in two’s or three’s, normally not alone-he went checking out his pockets for a cigar, for he projected to himself the fighting had stopped, or at least clogged up for now, for about twenty-minutes.The two men: Garcia and Colonel Wright now were face to face-both less then twenty-feet away.
The battle had gone on for over three hours, and when it was over-the clash that took place in this small town, on the American side of the boarder-the Colonel took to resting-thinking much on trifling matters, allowing his imagination to speculate of his future, fanciful thoughts came and left-. He questioned himself. And so the plot?was now played out(in an alley way)As she gutted her trout!3)Boarder Town M?l?e[Christmas Day-1927]Note: the story took place around Christmas time, in 1927, the names of the people and location have been changed, for reasons I’d prefer not to mention: which linger in my family’s history.
Early Part of the Day(Part One) In the early part of the day, the part that the Sergeant was talking about, the Colonel, during a fire-fight, had killed his son, Garcia’s son, and wife whom tried to guard him (Garcia, father and husband had been huddled together) from racing bullets, and in the process they took the bullets for him. Plus Garcia knew that Colonel knew it was not a mans way to kill children or women, it was as it was, something that happened and would not had, had his wife and child not insisted on being part of the militia. The Colonel-prosperous enough to be able to purchase the respect of the Sergeant-waived to his black-limousine, now in back of him, which was a signal for his driver, a Private First Class, to park it for the time being.
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