WARRIORS (MVManalo)

Unecessary Wars 2

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Greta, are you alright?, Beatrice called out for me. I think I passed out after climbing up the stairs to rest since my siblings and I walked miles since there was no ride available due to the hurricane.

Poor kid, she had been helping her siblings out and protected them with all her might, Jona and the other sisters just coming home from the battle against the deadly tornadoes.

Paula moved to check on Greta's temperature, she is feverish so the sister ran to get some ice water and used a small towel to place it on the girl's forehead to die the fever down.

Teresa advised Paula on what to do and the sister nodded. Everyone went down to eat dinner along with Greta's siblings and other survivors of the tragic event, 50 of them comprised of kids, adults and parents.

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I am hungry, Papa!?, a five year old girl poking her father asking for food to eat in the middle of the market swept by the tornado. They lost their shack, his wife, the girl's mom in the calamity. Many have been walking around the city barefoot and asking for a little help or food or water to drink.

Baby, just wait, okay! Hmmm, I have a surprise for my little angel!, the dad said wiping the tears from his eyes after learning that his beloved wife died under their house rubbles. He didn't know what to do since their little girl is still breast fed. He only have a couple of biscuit inside his pocket which he was saving since they were about to leave the house to watch the fireworks display for the music festival that was supposed to be located at the city center.
Ahh, this is magic, look, one , two, three! Taraaaa!, the father forcing a smile, still wiped the tears running down his cheeks and happily handed the biscuits to his daughter. She is so happy anticipating the gift, which is the last food her father would give him for the day. My God, please help us, my daughter is still a child. Baby Jane, listen, we will walk about a mile of so. I believe we have a community here that helps people like us.

Are you game? We will have so much fun while walking through the streets of Favela. Hmm, are you cool with that?

Yup, Papa, Damian, yes, I'm down with that! Uhuh!, Jane said and smiled at her dad innocently. Jane didn't know that it will take a couple of hours travel to the town and at the community center. My God, how can we walk miles, now? I'm so hungry!, Damian thought and his sweats are becoming colder by the minute that they are walking the long and winding street like it's taking forever. Then, suddenly a honk was heard a couple of meters from where the father and daughter is standing. Jane is a bit tired and Damian carried her to his back to help her out. The child doesn't have shoes why her soles are full of blisters from the tiny stones and gravel that stuck on her foot's skin.

Damian felt alone and about to pass out but A military jeep stopped to ask them if they can give them a lift.

Ahhh....thank you sirs!...aahhhhhh!, Damian said and fell to the ground. Jane jumped off of her dad's back and cried while calling for Damian's attention.

Commander (Fonsi), he passed out, he is alive. Maybe he hasn't eaten in a while. Men, pick him up and try to feed him while we visit the sisters at St. Clare. They can take care of him and his child there better than in the barracks. Yes sir!, copy that!, Banes said.

Canudos Militant Group consist of 200 volunteer soldiers and 20 military officers either retired or still active in the line of duty. Before, Canudos soldiers have helped the poor families of Favela and until today they continue to protect and serve the people of the town, along with some shanties of the country. I just don't know if they still exist now that Brazil has military, secret services after the year, 1995, Greta thought and still remembers how she met a lot of wonderful people during those times, including Damian and his daughter Jane.