Battle of San Jacinto

Well, this is my second post. Pretty fast, isn't it?

I had to post a biography that wasn't written in an Encyclopedia style. So I choose Antonio López de Santa Anna, one of the most interesting and probably, hated characters in Mexican History.

He is known for loosing half of the country to the Americans and other things. He ruled the country eleven non.consecutive times. He standed for a lot of political movements as long as it helped himself.

I choose to write about San Jacinto battle instead of whole Santa Anna's life. I know that in an IB exam I would get less points, but this is just a homework, isn't it?

The style resembles Carlos Fuentes’ Aura and La muerte de Artemio Cruz. I don't think I would be able to write a whole book in this style since I'm not a really skilled writer (in English, in Sapnish I'm quite good), but it worked fairly well for a small passage.

There it goes:

You are staring at your bad armed troops. Are they going to be able to defeat the Texans? It is truth that you have defeated them in other times, but maybe you won’t be so lucky this time. You know that most of your soldiers are bad prepared. As you walk through your encampment, you can see the infected wounds, the wild eyes of your soldiers, and you can hear the fatigue in their voices.

Even though you received reinforcements, you haven´t still decided in beginning the attack. All of your generals think that you can make it. Your forces are almost the double than Houston’s, counting the fresh soldiers that just arrived. Your position is better than Houston’s. Your soldiers are better motivated due to your new victories that Houston’s. There is no reasonable cause to hold on a minute more! Why do you still feel uneasy about it?

Better forget about it, at least for a while. Let’s go and get some sleep. You are instructing that soldier so you won’t get bothered while you are getting some rest. Now that lousy dog is asking about the precautions! How he dares! You are the chief commander and you get neither orders nor advice from anybody!

You tell him that you have already made sure that the security of the camp is enough to detect the entrance to a rat into the perimeter. You are still confident that Houston won’t attack since he has no advantage over your army. Probably, you will slaughter every soldier that is in the other side of the river and you will be known forever as the greatest Mexican conqueror. So you won’t order any patrolling group and you will go.

Now you are sleeping. You are dreaming about El Lencero. You are there with your wife. You are peacefully dreaming… Suddenly, you see fire in your dream. You can hear cannons firing at the hacienda. But something seems to be wrong. There is something wicked about your dream. Suddenly you are not at your idle landscape, you are on a tent. It was just a dream. But it seems the explosions weren’t part of the dream!

Suddenly, you have to run out of your tent because it was about to be blown away by the artillery of your enemy. Your soldiers are being killed by Houston’s men. Houston’s men! You know what all those men swear to do due to the massacre in Goliat. You have to run! So, you start running. You see a fellow Mexican dead, but you know that you don’t care that all of this is your fault. You take his clothes with you and leave his dead corpse. But then, when you thought you were safe, you heard somebody telling you to stop right there. He is right behind you and you know that you won’t have a chance to flee…

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And that is all for now. You can search on any textbook what happened next (but considering that Texas hasn't been part of México for quite a long time, the general outcome is pretty obvious).