Earl Vincent de Berge
Bio Note: A desert memory from the Baja wilderness 1962-64. It comes from a manuscript of desert adventures when I was young, bold and reckless and had a WW II re-built Jeep traveling and camping and hunting in the Baja California, Mexico wilderness. It is fair to say, I’m a darn sight older and more cautious these days - better fed too!
Those Men On the Wall?
“Those men on the wall?” The stout old rancher turns slowly to stare sternly at a wide black and white photograph in a wooden frame of horses and men in worn uniforms, saddle kits and large felt hats. Most had beards. They were ready to go somewhere, somewhere serious with rifle and cannon. “Some say one of every eight Mexicans was killed in the Revolution. I fought with those men. That’s me near the center. “Strange,” he says pointing vaguely, “it doesn’t seem so long ago,” a long pause. “They are all gone now I suppose.” he says turning to stare out the open door then clears his throat, “Some say one of every eight Mexicans was killed in the Revolution.” a second long silence. “My friends are all forgotten now. No one wrote of where we fought or who won the dirty battles! The winners grew fat and had no interest in the losers and nothing to forfeit by ignoring this parched corner of Mexico where the war didn’t matter anyway.” With a sneer he adds, “Perhaps I too would be dead if those bastards knew how hard I tried to kill them.” – Lago Chapala
©2021 Earl Vincent de Berge
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