Day 5: The Massacre

The patrol is leaving to search for the Loyalists and Ignacio, Lolo, I where told to come. At the village we stopped at I couldn’t see why the Loyalists would commit murder like this but this is the type of things that we are trying to stop. The people had been shot but not shot till they died the loyalists wanted them to die a slow painful death in the mountain of blood. They were helpless people. The men that had their skulls bashed as if they were trying to defend their village with cattle prods. I couldn’t help myself; I went bawling like a little kid when I say the corpses pilled in the center of the village. If the Loyalists are this blood thirsty they will stop at no costs to capture San Ildefonso. These blood thirst vermin won’t escape they will fall! Murder without any thought these people, no they don’t deserve the right to be called people they will be called vermin. These vermin can’t stoop any lower. Those vermin are about as useless as a freezer in Antarctica. Then when I am going searching for reeds I come across a girl with a baby. We took them back to their village and then treated her wound with antiseptic but that probably wasn’t enough. The captain said they needed clothes and by tomorrow they would be able to treat them better in the fortress. I said firmly that by tomorrow they will have diarrhea, by tomorrow they will be dead. Olivares said that by tomorrow we can get them to the American mission. I was stunned that there was an American mission here but was told to keep it a secret. Through the scorching heat I’m carrying 3 rifles, extra ammo, and the baby, sweat trickles down my head till I can’t see a thing. Why would anybody want to do this? Only the lowest of the low, the evil would do this. They would have to have a heart as cold as the deepest ravine in the ocean near Antarctica. This rose a deep anger in me those vermin will pay the consequences. They only go raid the poor villages, torture, then slaughter them one by one like a slaughter house. If they give valuable information those vermin say they will ‘let them go’ but in the end it is the same they all end up dead. Ignacio believes in the revolution Lolo believes but I didn’t use to, but know after this massacre I guess believe some of it not all because I couldn’t kill the vermin in front of me in the patrol. Now we are not fighting for mostly power we are fighting for better lives of our families, and our children to have a brighter future then just killing and inequality. After this massacre I will not be the same, after I came to the fortress I was not the same, now this has tied up in my life to much so I will never be the same.