Hamilton was between those who would be back home. Proud of his achievement but hesitating in leaving behing his recent fame. At that time over the Hamilton version the dictator prison had become an epic blooding combat with uncountable number of deaths and bloody combats. His fantasious version of things used to bring some freshness to the front.
Those last days together were accompanied by an increasing feeling of sorrow. In a war like that having friends was the best reminder of our humanity. Hamilton left in a windy dry afternoon of August. His legacy was lot of nostalgia, some drops of (lagrimas) and a sad impression that I would never meet him again.
Days with.......
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