C'EST LA GUERRE (26)

More than 24 hours ago that has ended what we call the war in the mountains.

Finally we decided that the medical staff mainly take care of everything in the new situation: health general inspection and selection of the many seriously ill people with starvation and other sequels of war. Politics at this disaster situation would be specially infectious. It is a sanitary situation.

So they have organized a food service with small intakes of solids and liquids for malnourished ones. As it should be very light intakes, we could feed this immense crowd, more or less, with the food that would been a half of a daily ration of our entire army.

In a great meadow in the mountains, we have installed a field hospital where sick and wounded are treated and recovered. Near reservoirs on the rivers, our health service and engineers units, have installed massive and gigantic "toilette" facilities, where people can have a hot wash and come out as very happy, like new. Then we give them clothes and shoes that our quartermaster has easily seized earlier. Everything is like to distribute the equipment to many new recruits. Also there, a voluntary service of barbers and hairdressers. Then comes the re-registration service and personal documents.

As the people feel recovered, shortly after, a shuttle military bus service comes down with the people to the rail links, free; until they reach their cities and their homes. Their lives, again.

Also our psychiatric services have had some work on some extreme cases of psychic shock and other traumas of the war and the soul, we might say. The most curious, as reported military psychiatry services, is that many of these people believed that my caravan was the pope-mobile, despite its huge size and its camouflage paint.

As for the cave that did not surrender, it was only a setback that took five more minutes of war. We sent a helicopter squadron that stopped in front of the mouth of the cave on the air and squeezed the button napalm. It was a stinking cave, so that oozed from the rocks, stinky and unhealthy fluids. The only sound from the cave was the laughter of madness and dementia, screams, roars of animality; it was the cave of the M1 + M17 Republicans, traditionally the most dwarf political movement of that exist in the political dwarfism of this unhappy country. A very religious group, without any religion, and that would put the state at the service of washing the venial sin of an enemy. There is the "sin" of sociology an power, only. (This is complicated but I took some time to rule this country and I am beginning to understand some things), actually, it has no relevance to ordinary people. They died instantly, without ever know what they were glad to die. They did all wars with such to lose all wars. Some reports about, interpreted that their disappearance will be one of the best reforms for this country. I hope so.

Moreover, my goddess-secretary sent me quite time ago, the report about the "matter of the lost rough drafts" from the rococo Gothic palace, where I wanted she rests and did not pass the discomforts in first line. The messenger came, as we expected, but shortly after I rushed away toward the mountains.

Under a beautiful glass paperweight expects the envelope that I can not open still given the serious and victorious events we have lived. On my large table, clean and clear, as all the huge paperwork that causes a contemporary war, is on computer.