A Touching Parade
Story of the Cavalry Major Mr. Luis Noailles French
At the end of 1933 we returned from Cambai located north of the Mocoretá River in the Province of Corrientes. After carrying out some very rainy maneuvers, we had crossed the aforementioned river, swimming 1,000 meters wide and 5 km long. of bathing... we were very tired and with wet clothes.-
At the head of the column marched Lt. Col. Donovan with his assistant Second Lieutenant Espinosa. Behind them I marched with the war flag draped and then the 5 squadrons. It was around 11 o'clock and the sun was breaking the earth, the humidity was unbearable. From a hill we saw a group of boys, accompanied by a teacher of no more than 20 years old, running towards the road. In the background you could see a typical ranch school and its flag.-
The Lt. Col. Donovan ordered the bugler to give orders to halt and the regiment stopped. Then he called “prepare to parade” and ordered me: second lieutenant, draw the flag. He made the band come forward and we waited for the Miss Teacher to arrive with the boys at the fence. The band started and he headed towards that group of Argentines, greeting the Señorita and asking her permission to start the parade with his saber drawn.
The boys were one open mouth and the teacher was crying, I mean badly... she was sobbing.
We were ready and then, the entire 6th Cavalry Regiment honored that teacher and her students. While the tears flowed silently, that Argentine human group looked absorbed at the weapons of the Homeland that recognized their sacrifices for doing something every day for Argentina.-
....It was for me the most brilliant parade of my entire military career... today at 86 years old (1998) I am moved to tears when I remember the moment that God allowed me to live...
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Although it may seem like a fairy tale, we were once a people like that, with the Homeland in our hearts...
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