The Mexican government asked for extradition.  I was arrested, being held in a detention center when the war began.  They asked for volunteers and I accepted.  We once ruled Mexico, we were the majority in every province, life rotated around The Catholic Church.  Now only five per cent of the people of Mexico are Catholic. Oh, there's some so-called Christians but they accept The Spiritualty, work with them.  coexist with them.  They are not of God!  They have betrayed God!  I will fight The Spiritualty anywhere anyone is fighting them.  I would fight them to my last breath!  My hate for them is a passion greater than the desire for any woman!"
    The sergeant threw the last of his drink into the fire.  "You will excuse me," he concluded, "I am going to bed.  I want a good night's sleep so I will be alert in the morning."
    The sergeant wandered off.  Everyone was silent for several minutes then the major pointed to one of the younger sergeants.  "Mayfield, isn't it?" he asked.  "What did The Spir do to you?"
    The young man looked around.  "I tried to do them a favor," the young man answered, very sarcastically.  "I tried to financially better their circumstances and it ended up putting me in jail!  Can you imagine that?  I tried to be nice to them and they put me in jail for it!"
    "This I gotta hear!"  one of the other men put in.  "Come on, man, give!  Tell us about it!"
    The young sergeant nodded then began to speak.