In the heat of paella today I forgot something very important, indeed historic, died yesterday in Afghanistan's first female English soldier fell in battle.
I pringadillo Scriptwriter, so often flaunt with pretentiousness that nothing less than a Cervantes was not a degree of humility, the condition of old soldier, I would greet the first time before fallen comrade, but is this the first time of greeting and does not take, I do not know who said ... In addition, undercover and discovered, is a pathetic gesture.
not write epic ridiculousness. What the hell: Idoia was doing his duty, without more, like all soldiers, no hymns of glory that sounded like background music, perhaps thinking the dinner menu, the hassle of being late for the satellite link to talk with family or in that cocoon driver was letting her ass like a screen with both jump. And these being, in one of these or similar, it swept away an Islamist mine.
Leave, however, speak another old soldier of the English Infantry, Pedro Calderón de la Barca, a fragment of the poem that, in time, many learned and come to know by heart:
Hey and you know where you are :
this army you see, vague
ice and heat, the republic
better and more
policy is
the world to
not expect to be preferred to
by the nobility who inherited
but that it acquires;
because here the blood exceeds
place that one gets,
without looking how
born you look at how appropriate.
Goodnight, Idoia, Rodríguez soldier, comrade.
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