Frogs croaked oddly, snakes hissed, and insects screamed.
A face that seemed to have been through the wringer lay in a muddy puddle, guzzling water with a gurgling sound, but before he could properly enjoy it, someone kicked him over.
"Don't drink! This water will kill you!" the Chief of Staff of the 61st Brigade bellowed.
"If we don't drink, we'll die of thirst," replied the man who had been knocked to the ground, lying on his back. His feeble response made the other man silent with frustration.
The Chief of Staff looked around, and all he saw were the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled...
The 61st Brigade...
Only so few left, not even 100 people?!
Some had died, others had fled, and still, others had been left behind.
A wave of sadness instantly overwhelmed his brain, and he knelt on the ground, tearing at his hair and howling in despair.
Why come to the center?
Why help the Popovich Government?
Why...
Why venture deep into Coahuila State?
