Por Elías de la Cera
Para que la humillación a Barreiro Manjón fuera completa, bajo el mando de Simón Bolívar, el ejército patriota se traslada, en la sigilosa noche, de Paipa a Boyacá, burlando la endeble vigilancia del campamento realista. El General James Rooke, herido de bala en la Batalla del Pantano de Vargas, cargado por soldados de su legión británica, para no arruinar la operación, sufre y agoniza en silencio:
If down here I chance to die. I would like to become a part of this land. I, who fought against Napoleon and Fernando, here i’m fighting against my physical pain. I feel like crying, but I can’t do it, that was my promise to Bolivar, the great man that I had the pleasure to meet. All my life, my military destiny, I chased the most valued thing; the liberty. My sword was only blood-stained by the minions of tyranny. It doesn't fit in warrior chest the proud of have fought next to Simon; the liberator, and next to Wellesley; Duke of Wellington.
In their honor, and for the honor of my family and my so distant land, i’ll die silently, like somebody who's in love , i’ll cry into my dead body, hanging a shout of pain.
¡Long live Ireland, where i was borned! Long live Venezuela, where i’m dying!