The sun was long down and the mosquitoes having a feast and he was still talking.I know he likes to talk, thought Larralde, like the rest of the commanders and staff of the battalion, standing at attention as Hugo Chavez went into his third hour of continuous tongue lashing with no sign of flagging. He likes to talk, but this is getting fucking ridiculous. Get to the point, Mr. President; an hour spent listening to you would be better spent training my people. Sure, they’re all …we’re all …lacking in true Bolivarian revolutionary spirit. So fucking what? Maybe I should never have …“And in conclusion,” Chavez said, glaring out over the heads of the officers assembled, “I am sorely tempted to fire the lot of you for your lack of military ability, lack of initiative, and lack of the spirit of Bolivar.“So now I’ll tell you what we’re going to do.” Chavez pointed at Larralde and demanded, “Who are you, Captain?”Larralde braced to a stiffer attention and answered, “Captain Larralde, Miguel, Mr.
