Érase un soldado que, al terminar la guerra, no se acordaba de cual era su oficio dos años atrás y no conocía más herramienta que su fusil, al que despreciaba tanto como lo necesitó para defenderse de los enemigos que ya no existían más que en su recuerdos. Y éstos no se borraron nunca, aunque el soldado aprendió, unos meses después y durante el resto de su vida, a usar muchos y diversos adminículos, cuyo peso comparaba, instintivamente, con el de su arma, que tiraba de sus hombros, a pesar de que nunca más volvió a llevarla.

Once upon a soldier who, after the war, didn’t remember what was his job two years ago and did not know more tool than his gun, which despised as much as they needed to fend off the enemies that no longer exist, except in his regards. And they never were not deleted, but the soldier learned a few months later and for the rest of his life, using many different gadgets weighing compared instinctively with his weapon, fired from his shoulders, despite that never again carry it.