This time, after two years of us found, we melted into a hug my partner and friend Xavier Vall Spades and me. It was the last 18 of this month.
The first contact was by mail and then have been by telephone, a means closer physical reality as the voice is usually unmistakable despite the years by his tone, patterns, enunciation , and in our case in Catalan. Because we were only three people (from Catalonia) we joined with the other volunteers (47 in total) for the promotion, the first day of March 57 in the Regiment. Transfer of El Pardo.
The Cabo2 ª Xavier Vall, was a great companion, cheerful, disciplined, compliant and frank in its treatment was able to win the esteem of all of us and of senior management. Also part of the firm. Expeditionary Sahara. We all go our own, but happily returned. Having completed the 20-month commitment to the Army, the most we have not seen him again, and not even know the residence. It is a great fortune thus achieving a new meeting after 52 years. The opportunity was met by attending a family reunion day by Xavier Vall, precisely took place in Manresa. Although our interview lasted just over an hour, there were the memories that "killed" this half century-plus, in the presence of his wife Pilar and other relatives.
Our friend Xavier, 74 years - and happy grandfather remains cheerful and spontaneous ... as we all knew. May God bless you.
It is now agreed a new opportunity to meet soon. ********
José Manuel Sabaté R.
Manresa, September 22, 2010
popularly is often said that "small world" and last May, one of the events that took place in Zaragoza in honor of the flag, I was able to verify this.
After the parade, to display the required photos in the camera, a lieutenant colonel in uniform turns to me giving me a pat on the back and in a voice so familiar that at first I thought it was confusing person. At first that was my feeling, but a few seconds later I realized that this official was waving me so jokingly replacement was a fellow who was with me in the company of Staff, back in El Pardo. Beyond this first moment of confusion, the two we found that thirty years of separation since the last time we met at the station Chamartin not gone in vain, because we both came to the memory vividly the day that started to take part in the selection tests for admission to the Military Academy.