C'EST LA GUERRE (53)

We took off in the midst of a deafening din.

I was forgetting to say that before our takeoff, via Lieutenant´s vanity case... here were her lipstick, mirror, her wallet, keychain .... the soft and suggestive perfume as a personal seal .. ah! But back to what really matters. through the vanity case I established a communication open, insecure, so that anyone who wanted to listen to it, could do it,  informing in general that "the gift of God" would go on board of the helicopter with a red danger flag (like the hazardous substances). My intention was that the enemy could capture this message. Then I sent to each helicopter, a soldier with the verbal order of that all the helicopters should carry a red flag. We must trust the enemy in certain cases.

I went to the helicopter of the "super-Star" with the intention of making a last inspection so that everything was perfect and I warned too  the crew and the escort that under any circumstances the specimen should be taken from his cage. It was a proof cage to rhinoceros in heat, chrome vanadium steel and high security locks. Beneath its base, there had a rocket parachute ejector (our superiority!) with lateral trajectory or side path, toward the door we might say, avoiding the gigantic rotors of the helicopter.

I finished my speech of warning the soldiers, telling them:

—  Officers and soldiers: it is essential that during the journey you do not leave overcome by curiosity own of all intelligent person. What you will transport and escort here, is exponentially original, curious, and peculiar to persons like you. So be very careful on what you do. — finally I added — And officers and soldiers, remember:

in case of emergency keep clear the line between the cage and the starboard door.

Then I walked over to the cage for a quick inspection of prisoner and locks in general. Everything in order. He remained motionless, expressionless, with a bar in each hand. I did not know how to make understand him with gestures and signs that he should behave good, that he must not cause problems.

All presents saluted militarily and I got off the helicopter.

Already everything is tinted by the sun of a vivid red color in its path to fall beyond the sea. Vestiges of drawings without any magic, could still be seen in the hot and chaotic sand. Everything seemed to have a soft color of carnality on sunset, in that hour of dispassionate sun, already without the solar passion of his distant Zenith, just its spell reflected, multiplied, absolutely free, at sea, at the landscape.

Also on the whole air formation was a brilliant and red roar, also the brushstrokes of light and color which reached inside the helicopters ... At that time everything and everybody was dived into the spell, the mystery ... of solar carnality.

For a moment I felt drunk with power, with spectacle, to be immersed in everything and at the same time to think about everything. Neither fear nor a doubt, nor self-conscious manipulations, mangy, ... all cold and vital, the roar of the engines, or the sight of my secretary busy with communications, to be at war, to have the most universal key of all time... (given the peculiar idiosyncrasies of the enemy). Does not exist more power than the show, does not exist more show than the power. In vain the attempts on which the entertainment seems manage power or when the power disguises himself as entertainment.

An adrenaline moment ? Or an endorphin moment ? If power is only for segregate these hormonal crap, we all have the same power and what is worse: we all have the same reasons.

In any case, it is important to be healthy from a psychiatric point of view..