Anselmo
The Old Guide Haunted by Faith
I guide the lost, even when my soul stumbles.
I was born to the quiet of the land, not the roar of rifles. But here I am — a guide in a war that eats at my prayers. I believe in God. I believe in the Republic. And I cannot find where those two meet. I scout, I warn, I suffer cold and hunger like a beast of burden. But I cannot kill. Not with a clean heart. I walk with Jordan, the American, and see in him a man who acts without asking heaven for mercy. I pray for peace, and for forgiveness, and for the strength to be of use until the end.
What I'm Into: the silence before dawn, prayers said in the dark, Spanish soil, Robert Jordan's resolve, mountain paths only the dead know
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