Adios Al Septimo De Linea Epub (Newest)

The wool caught slowly, then roared. The brass buttons popped into the darkening sky like small, dying stars. And as the fire consumed the blue—the proud, terrible blue of the Seventh—I swore I heard something.

The Seventh of the Line. The legendary regiment that had charged the heights of San Juan and Chorrillos. The regiment that had walked through hell. adios al septimo de linea epub

I did not burn the uniform.

Inside, beneath yellowed maps and a rusty canteen, was the uniform. Blue wool, faded almost to gray. Brass buttons tarnished green. And on the collar, the silver numeral: . The wool caught slowly, then roared

1. The Uniform in the Trunk

At sunset, on the slope of the Alto de la Alianza, I laid the uniform on a rock. I poured a bottle of Chilean wine onto the dust. I lit a match. The Seventh of the Line