C'EST LA GUERRE (57)

Soon we spotted the capital at last like an ember that prevented any astronomical observation with its lights and shadows and shortly after, we saw the airport where there had been violent air combats before our arrival. Some fires around showed still remains of shot down enemy aircraft. A bonfire of crosses, each fire.

We landed and were greeted by the Minister of Air and also a powerful escort, maintenance  and discharge personnel. The General is a such J.E. (alias J.H.) General, Minister for Air and Chief of Airport so he has his seat to my right at the  imminent council table. Jurisdictional grounds.

Amid the  irregular gloom we could see that the airport was crowded; an immense (civilian) crowd filled terraces and the vicinity. This seemed very strange since the Neanderthal issue was remaining secret to a certain extent at least. Instead, those crowds seemed they were awaiting our arrival. the newcomer hailing helicopter squadron. Many approached to our devices as far as they could.

In those last hours of that workday (Of course I mean what was not personal along the day) I was beginning to get quite stressed about the day's events, the effects of which had only just begun. I told the General that to talk to me at night, he should take off his sunglasses if he had no a serious injury on his eyes. He did it and I asked him why there were that crowd rally at the airport.

— You see, sir, they are here to thank you by the new concept of war in which we find ourselves. It is a nuances´ issue, sir.

— Since when the people have thanked the increase of war? — I answered.

— They are grateful as his concept of patriotism, territorial unity and grants, coincides with the new approaches of the war.

—  Continue, General. Maybe they're delighted that their patriotism has become a practical thing.

— They look favorably the present war because is unitary, not secessionist, sir. No longer exists all around the planet a single region, province, city or corridor trying a secession or annexation. Similarly, civil wars have ended between parties within the same country. That they like because their patriotism is territorial unity and political subsidies.

 — I'm realizing, General. It would not have been harm if you warned us about their presence while we flew toward here.

—  I'm sorry, sir. Military affairs ...

— Moreover, General, congratulations on the victories of our air force under your wise command. Also our flight safety has been total. I thank you on it, General.

— Thank you so much, sir — continued the clever General —  A group of representatives from the crowd has requested to deliver to you a letter of gratitude for the new military, tactical and political concepts.

For a moment I thought to myself that this war seemed them a roll forward of their patriotism. I said to the General:

— I can not nor want to concede hearings for anybody, General — I answered — We are overloaded in a theological situation thanks to the idiosyncrasies of the enemy. Military also, of course. These people only know how to act politically. It was the enemy and not we who has joined, trying to overcome the abysmal and eternal differences between them. Not us. We are united to the people and space-time rationality. So, not only we have the reason but also the reason why they are uniting against us: the Neanderthal specimen. We are not joined to anyone because all rational human being, is one of us. Automatically. It is the ontological being which is joined ontologically, not historical-geographical idiosyncrasies.

— I agree, sir — said the Minister of Air. He added — Better not hearings, since after the letter of gratitude, it would follow surely a request of grants. They are thirsty for grants, sir.

The General's response made ​​me think that when philosophy and politics are very close,  philosophy seems out of place and contradictory. I replied:

— We did very well devastating the ancient Ministry of Grants to its foundations with our flamethrowers. General, dislodge the airport and that everyone come back home soon. Here could be again combat area, as it was recently. The espionage is never policy

— Aye, sir — He saluted and left

Alone, I thought of these poor people wandering among the shadows, the fires, war and peace, always indistinguishable for themselves and their manipulated minds, everything is strange to them, everything belongs them, the comings and goings of ones fulfilling orders, in among them, behind them, those ghostly shadows, without possible salvation, condemned to not ever knowing anything. But they always have been are and will be. Males and females without defect, sapiens.