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Eagles heart - Soldier Chapter III

As a granddoughter of a soldier, a Communistic soldier you could imagine that my life was strickt. But you would be wrong. I went to Christian school, and choir, I was every Sunday in church. How? My granddad fought for non existance of it. We lived in the same house, with my parents and sister who was also a Christian. One day after my class he was on the balcony watching me passing the street on zebra. 

'Did you learn anything knew?' he kissed me in the forhead 'I did papa. Listen, today teacher asked wich is our saint, I didn't know. The other kids laughed at me.' 'That's because we don't celebrate it. You know who I am.' 'Then why do you let us go to church?' 'Sit in my lap baby. The story goes many years ago, I was a child just like you. I was in the field playing with goats and some very bad people came and killed my family. There was no God to save them. I was alone. The war was leaving dead bodies everywhere, and no one heard my prayers. Now I am an old man, and if that God of yours really excists, I would appriciate you praying for my soul because I will be very hot upstairs. You are not me baby girl. You make your own ideals, you choose what to believe. I would be a bad grandpa if I tell you what to believe. Even so, maybe I was just a bad boy and I didn't deserve for my prayers to be heard. Don't let anyone make you. Create your little world with your believes and ideals and remember, no one can tell you whats wrong or right If you heart tells you the truth.'

Few years after, papa got sick, all he wanted was to see me and a priest. In the evening doctor called to say that papa died. On the funeral twenty soldiers were standing next to the priest with triggers shooting in the sky, commemorating to the Officer of the First class. Everyone left and I stood there next to his grave angry for not seeing him on his last day. Priest came and hugged me 'don't cry. he will be just fine.' 'he will go to hell, he didn't believe.' he smiled ' Even I tought that. I don't know If this meens anything to you, but he did say that his job was done. When I asked him if he is regreting any of his sins he said no, I would've done it again, but I am proud of one thing. She is clear as a tear. You know, she is one hell of a girl. I took care of her in her life she will take care of mine when I'm gone. 'Are you sorry for your sins?' 'No, no I'm not.' but his tear watered the pillow.

Yes, yes he was.  He was a soldier who believed.