The hollow sound of his body hitting the wooden platform seemed to cut through that thick and evil air. Some people tried to make their way out of the plaza by crawling on their bellies. Others hid under the benches like me, with their faces hidden in their hands as if that could protect any of us. The c onfusion was total. The sounds of male voices and rifles ripped the festivities apart across the battle lines.
Nothing is sacred or holy in times of war.
It seemed like an eternity before the plaza was quiet again, but it wasn't really long at all . Then, the only sound left was that of tears. I did not realize immediately that the tears I heard were my own as I leaned over Jorge's bloody body. A strong hand held my shoulder. Standing up in one swift movement I hid my face in the cologne scent ed uniform that reminded me of Daniel.