The thick blanket of smoke and dust enveloped everything, forgetting milky resonated agonizing gasps, the once cultivated fields were soaked with blood and the same hands that once they were taken care of, lay detached from the limbs with fingers clawed at sod raised by the transition of the horses, heads detached from the body to which they belonged were lying abandoned, mutilated bodies without arms or legs, steaming entrails gushed from bodies torn from the blades while away lost in the smoldering blanket the rumble of the guns and the clatter of armor alternated the popping of muskets and the rumble of spades, whistles and trumpets mingled with the cries of the wounded made up a dreary melody paced by the rhythm of the drums that marked the advance of troops.These shows pitiful and heartbreaking, they represented normalcy in that crazy period where the powerful still believed that religion is claimed by the war.

minor nobility and clergy and blood, enemies and creators of the most cruel and bloody battles in which, the poor souls who stood in line the opposing each other on a number of fronts, clashed strong honor and courage given by a few dolla 

 rs promised and glory that only knows how to make eternal battlefield.