War is not only hell, it’s stupid
Yes, it doesn’t matter which war you are talking about, the stories all seem to come to the same conclusion—it’s a mess, it’s confusing, it’s stupid, so many die such useless deaths, some people profit, and everything that you are settling probably could have been solved by some other means if people were reasonable and civilized. Oops! They aren’t. And so we have endless wars for millions to die and suffer in because human beings are a bunch of aggressive monkeys, who never learn from past experiences.
This particular story is of the Spanish Civil War, a perfect example of a war that could have been avoided “by other means”, but wasn’t. People from the same families found themselves on opposite sides, people from the same villages. Juan Castro comes from a Republican area (*remember, the Republicans in Spain were the elected government with socialist roots, aided by communists, anarchists, and the Russians, while the Nationalists were fascists led by Franco and were engaged in overthrowing the government with the help of Hitler and Mussolini), but he deserts the Republicans and goes over to the Fascists before the story starts. It’s already 1938. The war began two years before. Juan wanders off one day and finds a beautiful female mule. She doesn’t seem to have any owner, so he appropriates her. He’s in charge of a mule team engaged in bringing supplies to the front lines or wounded soldiers back to the hospital, so he just fits the mule into his unit. He figures he’ll take her back home when the damn war is over. He names her “Valentina”.
Conditions are terrible, even when the front is quiet. Lice, diseases, mud, boredom, fear, and bad food. The officers give the men rotgut liquor to make them braver. Disillusionment is near total. The soldiers of both sides meet regularly in a no-man’s-land to trade and gossip. On their rare leaves, the soldiers head into town to bars and brothels. Juan meets a girl. He lies to her about his family background. It’s a common story, told very well here. The novel does not take sides, but just shows the absurdity of it all. Black humor abounds. Valentina disappears for a while, Juan goes looking for her dangerously close to the lines when there’s an offensive on. What happens? You’ll have to read it yourself; Juan becomes a hero, is awarded a decoration by Franco, but as the war ends, is left with nothing but some strange experiences.
Who is the mule in this case? You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to realize it’s Juan more than Valentina. He’s used by everyone and forgotten. Back to the barn, dude! The big boys had their war, the rich landowners sat out hostilities abroad, somebody came to power, somebody else had to escape to France, the average soldier, if not killed, just went home, but was anybody left at home?
It might not be Nobel Prize material, but it’s a hell of good novel, and a good punch in the eye for all the warmongers who never seem to get the message. (And still won’t.)