Jayhawk / A Malvinas War Fan Book

The wind was blowing as hard as a tornado, the waves surged through the sky and the wolves houled all day long. The islands were peaceful, a place to live, a place to reign. The English treated us well, we were given food, we were given shelter. The days passed and our lives with them.

We were woken up by alarms, the English ran through the town as explosions followed them. It was the righteous, the Argentinians. The English fled with nothing else to actually do. They were islands, full of petrol and nothing more valuable. They were a piece of ground close to the Argentinian border. They were here first, and they always were. The screams could be heard everywhere.

The day passed, and the Argentinian militia walked through the islands. Tanks, full battalions of armored men positioned in the early coasts, where we worked. We had nothing to do, we were in a lockdown. The invasores were nowhere to be seen, everything was screams and orders from the Argentine officers. They would scare me, even when I was locked in my house, the dedication, the life, the men.

Even though we were a mile from them, we could still hear the troops

"No existe el frio, no existe el hambre, solo dios y la patria!"

"Viva la patria!"

The troops followed with a grate and steady shout.

"VIVA!"

The officer shouted again

"VIVA LA PATRIA!"

They responded

"VIVA!"