This book hit hard as I am from El Salvador and makes me proud to be Salvadoran. It provides a very emotional glimpse into the struggle of revolutionaries fighting during the Civil War and the sacrifices they've had to endure. While they fought for love of their country/land, humanity, and one another, those sacrifices were also forced upon them by government soldiers backed and trained by the USA.
In one part of the memoir, Eduardo tells of the violence dished out against Salvadoran civilians as part of the government's strategy to prevent civilians from aiding the revolutionaries. As Mao advised guerrillas to move amongst the people as fish in the ocean, the counterinsurgent forces figured they could drain the ocean by massacring any village suspected of either being, or helping, the communist forces. This is typical of US strategy when dealing with insurgents as well, so no surprised the US-trained Atlacatl Battalion implemented the same strategy.
Eduardo saw firsthand the massacre of a whole town, with the corpses of children clinging to the bodies of their decapitated parents. These visions would haunt his dreams, until the death of Domingo Monterrosa (leader of the Atlacatl Battlion) in a battle for the base of Radio Venceremos. How could anyone help but to celebrate at the death of a monster? I know I'll be celebrating when one monster still living (Henry Kissinger) finally meets his end.
I'm lucky enough to have been born after the Peace Accords, but this history is still a part of all Salvadorans, whether they're aware of it or not.