[RP] The eyes of a hero

After the trainning Oduan and Acc3p7 had a light dinner. While Acc3p7 was relaxing in front of the fireplace he heard Oduan calling him. Acc3p7 descended to the basement where he saw his brother extending what seemed an enormous cloth more than 3 meters long and also 3 meters wide. When he approximated he realized it was in fact a canvas. The mysterious package that arrived during the morning.



Do you recognize it? Oduan said to his brother It was a long time until we saw this painting for the las time hanging at Steenbergen's walls. It's called the spears and was painted by a compatriote of us called Velazquez. I see that you start to remember. he smiled See the city of Bred surrounded and defeated by the troops of the Spanish King Philip the IIIrd? See the dutch rebel leader Nasau surrendering the city keys to Don Amadeo of Spinola ,the great general our father told us about? Observe how the victorious general dosen't allow the defeated enemy to kneel and humiliate, observe how he tells him that sentence "No os arrodilleis pues en Flandes aún luce el Sol"* which sumarized the grandeur of that Sun of Europe that is Spain? This is a lesson we can learn from this painting, the glory of the victorious is meassured by the treatment he gives to the one he defeats.
But tell me, do you recogniceanyone else on this painting?

Oduan took one step back in order to let his brother contemplate the painting

[*Please don't postrate, the Sun is still shining on Flandes]

Acc gave a couple of steps back to watch the picture better and saw a figure that was well known, this magnitude indistinguishable from the family Altuna.

- Hahaha, of course I do! the slender figure is the profile of our father. -exclaimed proud the youngest- was able to lead the charge in the final gap Breda. Those flamingos had to surrend after the grand lesson of artillery our father gave them. Hahaha.

After admiring the table to for a while just got to laugh.

- Don´t you see something strange? Hahaha that horse its like a pig hahaha. -laughed Acc- hey brother, we still have the armor of our father? I'd like to try

Come with me to the livign room, we will see if this old armor still serves.

Oduan opened the box and there, lying among the hay, was the armor. That old armor had almost certain kind of individual personality, every mark, every bruise on it told a stroy of a man's life of battles and combats. Oduan took the breast plate and helped his brother to collocate it. As he tied the belts he told to his brother:

See this hole just a few inches over the belly? It was made by a musket bullet on the Slaak battle. Yes, Acc3p7 the battle were our father gave his life. It was a dark night on Flandes when the stupidity of some spanish admirals comanded a suicidal attack throught the mist into the uncharted Dutch canals. It resulted in a massacre, the troops took land in positions they did not expected and found themselves rounded by the rebel troops. Our father has advised the admirals against suhc a futile operation but he was not listened, in fact some called him a coward, a traitor. Our father a traitor! The sole idea of it is an enormous stupidity. How could he be a coward when in the middle of the night he abandonated the security of the Steenbergen fortress in order to comand his man into the darkness in order to save the remains of the spanish fleet? How could he be a traitor when he gave his life in that dreadful battle? When despite of the superiority of the enemy he did not flee in panic but covered the defeated army retreat? Oduan felt that his blood inflamated for a moment Traidores eran aquellos perros quienes por aparentar gallardia llevaron a tantos valientes a una fria muerte insepulta en algún perdido canal!* he took a deep breath and relaxated This armor seems to fit you pretty well will the helmet also recognice you as a born soldier?

[ *Traitors where those who, trying to pretend braveness, caused so many good men to die without sepulture in some cold and forgoten canal ]

Hehehe - said proudly - and how did i enjoy carving that pig by the throat and watching blood coming out from the neck. Swedish artillery rats wich we exceeded 3 to 1 ratio... if it had not been available all those demons would have perished, every one of them eould have been served as food for pigs. They dont reserve any other final.

Telling the reared

- Give me inmediatly the gauntlets and stop paying to our conversation! -said to the servant while he slapped him.


While Acc was putting the gloves it came back the memory of war, the smell of gunpowder, of dirt and death of the battlefield, those voices hollow wounded one step away from death, the adrenaline in the body, remove the stick and draw the sword automatically as automaton...

- How I miss those days... the bad, the suffering and the camaraderie of being with the soldiers crude thieves, bad and dangerous rapists, horse thieves, honest parents who had no future in their land, veterans with their stories, rookies with their fears... Do not miss anything about that? Do not miss Federica? -said winking his right eye.