C'EST LA GUERRE (51)

Some time went by without anything noteworthy happen, then it occurred to me an idea in line with the orders of the superiority, without leaving a subject as it is the music. As we know the soldiers were forming a security cordon a few meters from us, with weapons in hand and in state of vigilance on the prisoner and  attentive to our orders. Then directing me to the soldiers, I ordered them:

— Soldiers in attention. Sing our anthem.

The specimen ceased to insult us without words and turned his face in awe and confused looking at the soldiers which were beginning to sing the  anthem´s first verses of our undefeated army (so far.)

Real democracy
is our country.
If we act with no power,
we´ll deceive religions

The prisoner (if I can say it so) made ​​a face of very strong "cultural shock", when he heard the voices of male and female soldiers in unison. It was this expression which produces us a direct attack on our ignorance or our shortcomings. Or something like a vision of the paradise, an indication, but we are still not willing to entry, because it is not our paradise, nor it is the one we have imagined. "Naturally" the Neanderthal paradise is political: it is very good, so that needs a hell where are the others, through and because of him, the others stay screwed, ie very deceived forever. I only must get an animal which he has hunted. Of course I must give him the whole animal. Take for example .... The Lieutenant tells me, interrupting my ramblings:


— Excellent provocation, sir — said the Lt. which understood the situation.

— Thank you, Lieutenant. Apparently he does not like music as much as the rock art to our visitor. The music is the most spiritual of the arts, the most mysterious.. long as it is not me who sings — I replied.

Although I had given the order of to sing, I and the Lieutenant, we join the song with the soldiers.


As response (without words) the Neanderthal, very agressively, went toward a woman-soldier with bad intentions of origin clearly psichiatric. Then I ordered to soldiers that to stop him. And indeed, a soldier gave him an strong hit of butt that knocked down him to the ground. I gave a new order for the soldiers:

 — Soldiers and now we shall sing the hymn to four mixed voices.

A sergeant gave four different tones according the voice. At that time It happened the harmony, the non-animal essence of polyphony, sublime humanity ... since evolved into an army, our army...
It is that we have the official version of the hymn in our army for four voices. Every soldier, man or woman, has in their identification documents, a musical classification: soprano, alto, tenor or bass. May also declare voluntarily if mastered one or more instruments.


 I can not stop to be excited to hear those famous lines of our hymn, its sublimated words into an audible and sensitive reality in beautiful polyphony:

Our battle is the victory..
our victory is a battle.
We are sapiens everybody
we are "ludens" with the body.

Very soon, very soon,
we´ll reach the start point.
Very soon, very soon,
Sapiens life will be born.

Our delayed man was in a trance like of death, pale, trembling, covering his ears with his hands, and screaming hard, over our voices. Perhaps he was at the lowest point since its apparition. I also saw that as a specimen out of nowhere, he was faced with circumstances to which could not have known how to face, something that should be very common in the history of mankind. His expression was devastated by a huge penalty,  by an enormous sadness, but possibly he not know mourn he being a hunter.