C'EST LA GUERRE (22)

I am already in the mountains, where many religious songs are heard continuously. The fugitives sing and do not stop singing and singing, and the rocks repeat the music, and do not stop of repeating and repeating the sound with a enormous echoes of volume, beyond the "home-cinema" stereo.
It was as if some of the most important Gods of the heavens, had come over the earth tremendously, in a majestic attack with their legions and armies of angels through the canyons and gorges. All this music seemed fine to me by the first five minutes, but after more than twelve hours of taking positions on these wonderful landscapes, the thing is a real nuisance. Unbearable. From time to time they change the song, sometimes even sing Gregorian chant from their liturgies. The rocks look like gigantic walls of a monastery ... Would you believe that Neanderthals have those resources, still!. I ordered the distribution of headphones and playback devices to the troops so they can escape this violence, converted into songs by the enemy.

The command post is set in a thick pine forest, wonderful place for peace (of mind) or for war, which unfortunately is the case now. It's a matter of adapting. The air is imbued with aromas of resin and wood (although also of the sacrificial and martyrdom chants of the enemy unfortunately). As I have just come from the city or my Palace, I aspire with pleasure these aromatic essences of the air. I am very well installed in a wonderful and luxurious caravan on caterpillars, where I have any things to me. It has four floors and a penthouse with all civilized services required today by any Cro Magnon. On the back, the caravan has some tools: shovel, drilling, TBM, and bulldozer. All kinds of communications and areas for service, all military personnel, in addition the sufficient arms and ammunition. Of course, the caravan is fully soundproofed so that I don´t have to hear the enemy songs that after so many hours, it have something of brainwashing.


I receipt at the caravan Von Manstein, Von Rundstedt, Rommel, Von Paulus and Von Choltitz. As the intelligent reader will assume, are the code names of some components of my staff. On a giant and slimline monitor, fitted to the caravan, they explain to me through the Google Earth application, the state of the battlefront and our imminent offensive plan.

The Neanderthal enemy has done something very typical and primitive: has taken refuge in inaccessible caves, and they are making there their life as if nothing. The largest caves have been enabled as meeting places, and are beautifully decorated with rock art and other magic systems. The generals guess that they singing from inside these caves, increases the resonance and volume of the enemy music.