Monologues of a solitary pilot
Chapter 13. About how cigars and how they explode
San Lucas del Pulque, Estado de Mexico, Mexico
Locating enemy activity, he completely forgot he was still stepping on the pedal and holding the communications open. His friend brilliantly opted to go live on the air, as Grandfather plunged and launched one of his demoralizing speeches, simultaneously broadcast by the station. The radio’s spellbound public heard the sounds of his plane, the motor whining as he dived, and he shouted at the enemy forces. Speechless, thousands heard him pull out and felt relief in knowing he had escaped, while the terrible sounds of the dynamite exploding below in the distance were broadcast to friends and foes alike.
Just by chance, as you like it, but overnight he became a celebrity! The superhero of the popular forces, on his run down plane, as he dealt the Contras with a taste of vengeance, served hot and spicy. He was acclaimed as the Nicaraguan Charlie Chaplin of the Revolution, the people’s legendary pilot, loved by the fact of his unique raids, but adored for his Nicaraguan stylish, highly flavored homilies!
“Grandfather, I heard you on the radio! I enjoyed that long conversation, while you were flying in the plane. For a while, it reminded me of the priest and his sermons when we go to church, but the other way around. You know what I mean? How can you think of so many things to say?”
“They’re called monologues, honey bunch, if someone heard me and answered, then it would be a conversation,” he answered, chuckling, “now that part about the priest and the sermons, you’re just a genius… but please, do me a favor: don’t ever let your grandmother hear you mention that.”
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