Summary: I had nothing to do and this occurred to me

October 29, 1962

The island had changed a lot in so little, from the overthrow of Dictator Batista to the rise of Fidel Castro and the communists, the end of relations with the United States and the approach to the Soviet Union, that small Spanish colony that was only dedicated to sugar production had become the epicenter of what could be the start of a new deadly war between the two giants of the world today.

The partisans were ready to fight the capitalist enemy, the island had never had fervor and patriotism, a colony of conquerors who were expelled to be a colony of the imperialists and later ended up being a simple paradise for the bourgeois, but now they had been free, but free in an unexpected way.

When those missile-laden ships arrived on the island, everyone knew what was coming, it didn't take long for the Americans to quickly act and asked the Soviets for answers.

The tension was increasing with the passing of the days and it seemed that the worst would soon happen, the fear of a new war would occur, and knowing that the weapons that ended the previous one would be used gave the imagination the worst possibilities only the worst.

And one day a flash occurred, so bright and powerful that it dazzled anyone in the open-air followed by a powerful tremor that shook the entire island.

Was it a bomb? Was this the power of a nuclear weapon? I asked myself repeatedly as my heart raced many times that day, it had started.

I instantly thought of my wife and my daughters, those beautiful women did not deserve to live this hell, I would not mind dying burned if I knew that they would be safe.

I remember drinking a glass of water while waiting for the news that the worst had happened to come. Fortunately, that was not the case, the communication systems had completely failed, it was as if we had been disconnected from the world.

The responses of both the USA and the USSR ceased, the only communication with the latter was with those who were at that time on the island.

Soon we received communications from neighboring islands, Haitians and Dominicans responded by reporting that something similar happened and even from the newly independent of the island of Jamaica, everything was very confusing and still is.

I think it has been three days since this happened, although everything has become very strange, Commander Castro and his men try to solve what happens with the help of the Soviet military on the island, but there is nothing clear.

I even doubt that this is not even our world, I do not know what leads me to support that hypothesis, but perhaps it is the stress of the moment that makes me imagine things.

Although I am sure that those winged monsters that overestimated yesterday the island was not part of my stressed mind, I also know that it is not part of my insanity since the shots of the antiaircraft shot them down.

I couldn't take a look since the high command quickly took possession of the corpses, I was curious to see them closer.

I write from while I have my gun at my side, they say that a forewarned man is worth two and the truth would not want to know the aggressiveness of that beast and have nothing to defend myself with.

I see this and perhaps it is not the best written possible, but it was what my doctor recommended when seeing me in such a situation, I would never have done it if it had not been for his suggestion.

But what does it matter if it does not have literary quality, this is just the diary of a Cuban officer in crisis.

I do not know what to do with this honestly, but I really did not want to leave it on the desktop of my pc