C'EST LA GUERRE (55)

We flew without incident but we were informed that an enemy fighter force had been intercepted and destroyed before it got contact with us at the beach. Also there had been strong (and victorious) air combats on the sky over the capital, where enemy fighters expected our arrival. The Air Minister must explain me a few things about this massive violation of our airspace in wartime.


I was thinking to me that It is clear that given the circumstances and the objectives of our shameless enemy, that in reality, we were invulnerable. How could the enemy to shoot down us if we bring for the moment, the only thing which he wants to own desperately? Although on such things of theology, very soon it loses out patience. Neither the enemy fighters can to force us to land, nor kidnapping us in flight, by the same "fragile" reasons. The specimen is our passport, more or less. Also went through my head the possibility, in case of contact with the enemy,  of to subject the specimen to a little torture, sadistically, in view of the enemy if they would come on their demands of delivery them our "shipment". For example to pull his ears, or his nose, something like to tear up leaves of a holy book, in presence of some believers. Pooh! I'm imagining things ...!

In any case we must have immense power, as we did not get even a sliver of shrapnel (for now) despite we are at the center of the hurricane. I thought to myself.

Also I got information from the helicopter of the specimen during the fly. They tell me that he is calm but he pretends to seem more like a host, than a prisoner with the escort soldiers..  we already knew about this brazen attitude. On the other hand, we assume that he knows he is flying, but he has no external reference from his cage; in any case, he is doing an unimaginable thing for him (to fly) with total indifference. Maybe his brain primitive, elemental, has great tendency to boredom, to indifference, programmed only for hunting. . A being so primitive and virginal simultaneously. His curiosity is virtually nonexistent while is not about getting a power, a prominent role exclusively for him, apparently, his only aim for life.


They tell from the Neanderthal helicopter that there was a little incident with some ice cream rations (possibly wastes from our "buffet."... these things happen in the military.)

Someone distributed ice cream to the soldiers and was given one to the Neanderthal who took it, almost in disgust at first. The soldiers gave him to understand that it was very good. Our man licked his ice cream, and as he saw it liked him very much, he devoured it with all speed, with expressions of surprise and pleasure at the same time, the doctor also noted that he passed a bad time as when a child takes an ice cream too fast. But it was clear that ice cream had liked and captivated a lot, so much so that after a few moments, he pulled his arms out the cage directing to a next soldier who was eating his ice cream with more parsimony, the Neanderthal gesticulating clearly and naturally, he seemed to think that the soldier would give him his ice-cream...  his gesture seemed to tell to the soldier with all the peace of his mind: that I do not have to repeat it to you. But it is produced the (also natural) refusal of the soldier and his "fuck-you" gesture (surely the specimen understood it perfectly) so he began to chafe, continued asking for, rather demanding, ordering angrily,.. for more ice cream. The soldiers´ indifference exalted him even more, down to despair, the paroxysm. Finally, before he was closer to self-destruction, several soldiers held him tightly against the bars. The doctor injected him a strong sedative.


— Well, well, with the pleasures of the hunt and the hunter ... — I thought.

Shortly after we saw an enemy spotter plane. Twenty crosses painted on the fuselage and securely missing many crosses, still. We know that the enemy is being unified or perhaps just juxtaposing themselves. Almost certainly it have seen the red flags that lead all our helicopters. Soon the spotter plane disappeared.

It was also reported that is taking place a bloody battle on the beach, where the enemy landed shortly after our evacuation. After landing, they began to put the sand in bags, not to make trenches but to analyze the environment in which the Neanderthal had appeared. Most likely seeking spores and pollen. Also the appropriate Department of the enemy army photographed and poured into plaster moulds drawings and our tracks, presumably. The enemy army is well known for its extremely complex management structure. In fact they can manage everything, even without any logistics.

Our air force destroyed their boats and swept all those who were on the beach. Our garrison, aided by powerful spotlights, cleans now this beautiful place like before the battle. Many might think that our military does not have any capacity management.