The boat went … Where? Marcial Not even knew where we were going. The darkness was so strong that we lost sight of other boats, and ship’s lights faded Pince behind the mist, as if a breath would have extinguished. The waves were so thick and so hard the wind, the boat moved very little weak, thanks to a deft direction not more than once capsized. All were silent, and the more fixed a sad look at the site where it was assumed that our colleagues abandoned at that moment fighting with death in horrible agony.

He did not finish this journey without, according to my usual, a few thoughts that I can venture to call it philosophy. Someone will laugh at a philosopher of fourteen years, but I do not turbare to teasing, and I have the audacity to write here my thoughts then. Children also tend to think great things, and on that occasion, at the sight, what brain, unless it was that of an idiot, could remain calm?

Well, in our boats were Spanish and English, though a greater number of the first, and was curious to observe how fraternized, citing each other in the common danger, forgetting that yesterday was killed in horrific fight, more like wild beasts than men. I looked at the British rowing as vigorously as ours, I looked in their faces the same signs of fear or hope, and above all, self-expression of the holy sense of humanity and charity, which was the motive of a and others. With these thoughts, said to me: “Why is war, my God? Why men should not be friends at all times of life as they are in danger? This I see, is not proof that all men are brothers? “.