Every war, every revolution, demands the sacrifice of a generation, of a collectivity, by those who undertake it. - Simone de Beauvoir

For the first time in my life, I took part in a real battle between men. The dead did not come to life again, the vanquished fled in disorder; every thrust of my lance helped save Carmona. That day, I would have died with a smile on my lips, certain of having contributed to a triumphant future for my city.

History took hold of me and never let me go thereafter.

...مرگ عزیز، مرگی که زیبایی گل‌ها از اوست، شیرینی جوانی از اوست، مرگی که به کاروکردار انسان، به سخاوت و بی‌باکی و جانفشانی و از خودگذشته‌گی او معنا می‌دهد، مرگی که همه‌ی ارزش زنده‌گی بسته به اوست...