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BALLAD OF THE LITTLE SOLDIER
A FILM BY WERNER HERZOG AND DENIS REICHLE
What's wrong with you, boy? What's wrong?
They ask me in school And ask me at home
And I suddenly knew
When they went through roll call She wasn't present
The one with the blue schoolbag
The one with the dreamy eyes
I can't think of anything else
And my grades have got bad
I don't want to go out during break
Nothing is fun anymore
I can't read or write
I miss that look in her eyes
All I have are her crayons As a keepsake
Two pages of a notebook
Scribbled with the words "Eternal love"
I want to see her back at her desk
Because if she doesn't come back
My classroom will be a very sad place
The one with the blue schoolbag
The one with the dreamy eyes
I can't think of anything else
And my grades have got bad
I don't want to go out during break
Nothing is fun anymore
I can't read or write
I miss that look in her eyes
Nicaragua, February 1984.
A Miskito Indian village in the jungle near the eastern Atlantic coast.
The area is a combat zone.
We walked for three weeks
through the swamp and behind enemy lines
to reach the settlement with our cameras.
The Miskitos are an indigenous people numbering about 140,000
who have lived for centuries in isolation on the Nicaraguan coast.
Their indigenous way of life has all but disappeared
under the influence of Moravian missionaries
and black Caribbean immigrants.
The central highlands and Spanish-speaking western Nicaragua
can still not be reached by land.
Because of the relative unimportance of Miskito territory and swampland,
no attempt has been made to construct a road leading to their village.
Due to their isolated way of life,
they have developed a kind of primitive rural socialism.
They often cook together
and share the harvest and whatever fish are caught.
We later learned
that the only cow in the village had been slaughtered for us.
A Miskito underground army military camp, Misura.
The Miskitos have always been oppressed.
Most recently by Somoza's soldiers, who plundered their village.
In the Sandinistas' revolutionary struggle
against Somoza and the CIA,
the Miskitos were allied with the Sandinistas.
The Sandinistas were also unable to deal with them,
and many Miskitos have taken up arms against the new rulers.
The Miskito Indians are well aware
they will have to fight against anyone who comes after the Sandinistas.
What is of historical importance
is that for the first time since the Spanish conquest,
an indigenous Indian people has put up armed resistance.
This is an elite troop preparing a commando mission
from Honduras to Nicaragua to attack a truck convoy.
More arms will be needed
because at present there is little support from outside.
The United States is currently interested
in supporting anyone fighting against the Sandinistas.
In the morning, the men cross the border, the Rio Coco.
Having scouted the night before, they feel confident
that there are no enemy patrols in the jungle on the other side.
In the knowledge that he is safe,
French reporter Denis Reichle takes pictures.
He accompanied the Misura troops for months,
preparing for this film.
The Nicaraguan riverbank looks quiet.
Suddenly, shots are fired from somewhere in the jungle.
The troop has been discovered.
After the initial confusion, the troops move into the jungle.
There were no casualties.
We felt fairly safe there, since it would be suicide
for anyone to follow well-armed men into such dense jungle.
Having been discovered, they were in a difficult situation.
They would have to take a long detour to reach their target.
No one knew the terrain.
The men had to trudge their way through the swamps.
Soon, they ran out of water.
Due to the drought this year,
all the waterholes had dried up.
This was the last water we found.
After drinking the water, many fell ill and had cramps.
After another day of hardship, the operation came to a standstill.
The decision was made to turn back.
Underway again with Misura soldiers.
This time it is a larger troop of regular units.
Their uniforms and equipment are a poor quality pick 'n' mix.
Many of the weapons are from the Eastern Bloc,
from deserters or seized in raids.
We are in a village directly on the Atlantic coast
deep in the Nicaraguan hinterland.
The Misura underground army claims that liberated areas exist.
But in reality, these areas are only liberated
as long as their soldiers are there.
Sandinista units will reclaim them just a week later.
This back and forth has made people sceptical.
As long as they can remember, soldiers have only brought trouble.
It's taken people a while to realize
that these soldiers are from their area
and they share a common language.
A woman starts singing a welcome song.
The refrain goes, "Dame la mano, hermano."
"Give me your hand, my brother."
These images clearly illustrate that the people trust their soldiers.
The women talk about their daily worries.
The woman in the middle, wearing the head scarf,
had two sons, who were shot dead a year ago.
"They're happy the soldiers are here,"
the troop leader tells us without being asked.
An elderly woman is telling the soldier
that several days ago Sandinista troops were here
and seized everything.
Her kitchen utensils, sewing machine, spoons and sewing needles.
This was her sewing machine.
In broken English,
she tried to explain to us what had happened.
Nothing, I have absolutely nothing left.
"Pialka" means sewing machine.
They took everything. She invites us to take a look inside.
This is Sang Sang, with a population of just under 1,500.
Or rather, this is the place where Sang Sang was two years ago.
In a huge campaign along the Rio Coco,
the Sandinistas burnt down some 60 villages and towns.
An entire area was utterly depopulated.
The indigenous Indian people
were robbed of their land and resettled.
This 15-year-old girl, a Misura soldier,
shows us where her house once stood.
The town of Asang was not far. This is a photograph of the church.
It had a population of 2,500.
All we could find was the concrete base of the church.
The Sandinistas explained that it was a military necessity.
But another factor certainly played a role.
In one giant quantum leap, they planned to convert the Miskitos
to a new socialist way of life.
To do this, they needed to destroy the old village structures.
This soldier also accompanied us to Sang Sang.
This is his village.
He recounts what happened on the spot where his house once stood.
It is hard to believe
the Sandinistas could really have wanted
events to unfold as they did.
He says they chopped down nearly all the coconut palm trees.
He's showing us the posts of his old house.
They burnt down his house and then the entire village.
People started running away. Anyone who was caught was killed.
Those trying to escape were shot and children were also killed.
Prisoners were tied up and then beheaded or shot.
They left the corpses tied to the stakes.
They were left there to decay for days.
There were also women among them.
Bombs were dropped from a helicopter.
Everything was razed to the ground.
The villagers were very scared when they came under fire.
They threw themselves into the river and swam over to Honduras.
That's how he escaped too.
After the terrible events at the end of 1091,
refugee camps were set up in Honduras.
This one is in Tapamlaya, not far from the border.
It seems to be here for good. It even has its own school.
While we were there filming,
less than a mile away,
another temporary refugee camp was being set up.
Approximately 1,400 people had fled
from the Nicaraguan village Sandy Bay and its vicinity.
Fighting had broken out there.
These people walked eight days through swampland to get here.
Many of them came because they feared reprisals
if they stayed behind alone.
Except for canvas tents, drinking water, beans and rice,
there was nothing there yet.
Medical care was not available.
In one month, when the rainy season begins,
the whole place will turn into one big swamp.
We took these shots shown here on the spur of the moment
in the first 20 minutes after arriving.
At first, we followed the music.
We later asked about the lyrics. It's a love song.
She says that they were attending mass on 5 January,
when the Sandinistas seized the village.
They captured her children and tied them up.
Tied their hands behind their backs
and led them to the churchyard.
And what happened then?
She says they opened fire on the people,
after they tied up her children.
The women ran out of the church
to the river and escaped that way.
It felt like it was raining bullets.
She says when she fled into the mountains,
she suffered a great deal.
She had cuts all over her face, arms and body from navajuelas.
Navajuelas is a leaf as sharp as a razor blade.
They spent the night under trees and were stung by mosquitoes.
Did she see how her children died?
She says she didn't see them die, because they were trying to escape.
They ran away when they opened fire on the children.
That's why they ran away.
How many were killed?
Nine.
And how many of your children?
They killed four of her children, of both sexes,
including a little girl.
She says she doesn't want to go on living
when she thinks of her children.
But she has no other choice. She simply continues to survive.
Just the thought of it all makes her cry.
She apologizes for crying.
Can she tell us more about her children?
The woman on the left says
that after she fled she had a son here,
who took care of her, brought her food and other things.
But now she's even worse off, because this son has been wounded.
He was shot in the shoulder and hand,
and her husband is in the hospital, also badly wounded.
That's why their situation is so bad.
This is her son. We spoke to him the next morning.
He tells us that it happened at 5 p.m. one Thursday.
He was sitting on his veranda,
when a large troop of Sandinistas came and surrounded the village.
They stormed into the refugee camp.
Only then did they realize that they were Sandinistas.
It was too late to flee, because they were already too close.
Then they captured as many men as they could find,
led them to the church, tied their hands behind their backs.
Then they threw them to the ground.
They held a knife to his throat to make him talk.
But he had nothing to confess.
Then the Sandinistas told them that they seemed to be strong men,
that they should show how tough they were.
They started to mock the prisoners for their pious ways,
saying they should get on their knees and pray
and see if God came to their rescue.
That's when they opened fire.
One of the prisoners jumped up and ran off.
They didn't hit him, so he escaped.
At that moment, his father happened to come back from the jungle.
They started shooting and wounded him badly.
He was shot along with the others
and we assumed he was dead.
When he came to hours later, he had lost a lot of blood
and the soldiers were gone.
A five-year-old girl took care of him and led him away.
Of the eleven prisoners, nine had been killed.
He and the man who ran away were the only survivors.
A Misura army training camp.
Around half of the recruits are children.
Because the Miskitos have no military tradition,
they had to enlist instructors.
Almost all of them were from Somoza's former national guard.
The camp's firing range.
Only live ammunition is used here.
The instructor briefs them on the mortar,
warning them about the sensitive percussion fuses.
If anyone drops a grenade, or touches the fuse,
they'll blow up everyone around them.
We ask the twelve-year-old to tell us about his situation.
"The Sandinistas are very bad people," he says.
"That's why they came here.
They chased the young people and the priest away.
They burned down the village, church and bibles included.
That's why I came here. I came to save my life."
- And now you're going into combat? - Yes.
- Aren't you scared? - No.
- Do you want to fight? - Yes.
How did you get here?
"From where?" he asks.
From the refugee camp.
Voluntarily?
- And what does your mother say? - She sent me here.
And your younger brothers?
"They shot them," the ten-year-old tells us.
- How old were they? - Two years old.
- And the other one? - Six.
- Did you see how it happened? - Yes.
Could you tell us?
We'd like to know.
They just killed them for fun.
And what happened to your mother?
They cut her up like a piece of meat and then shot her.
Then I came here, all by myself.
- Do you want to fight now? - Yes.
- You want to kill the Sandinistas? - Yes.
But there are children in the Sandinista army like you.
"Yes," he says. He's aware of that.
And why do you want to kill them?
Because they killed my brother and my father too.
So now I want to kill too.
- When do you go into combat? - When I've finished the course.
In five weeks at the latest.
- What do you dream about at night? - About my mother.
Because they're still young,
we see them as the future army of Nicaragua.
They all come from different villages in Nicaragua,
from Indian settlements.
Most of them came here
because their parents or brothers and sisters were killed.
What's more,
the Sandinistas capture boys of their age
and recruit them by force.
They send them into combat with hardly any training,
to fight us in our struggle for Nicaragua's liberation.
As good sons of Nicaragua, as good Indians,
they have joined our organization
and prefer to die in battle.
Are they brave?
That's extremely important. We have already seen the results.
We've sent them to the frontline on various occasions
and they were usually the bravest, braver than the adults.
They're ideally suited for military training,
because they're ten, nine and eleven.
This boy is eleven years old.
He's one of the best. Why is that?
At his age, his mind is not yet corrupted.
So we can teach him to become a professional soldier
in the fight against communism.
"Does he know what communism is?" Denis Reichle asks.
He knows what it is.
All of them know the conditions our people live in,
and why he had to run away.
His parents were killed and he knows what communism means.
Could you ask him?
The instructor asks indirectly what the Sandinistas did.
And the only thing the boy says is,
"They're 'Piricuacos'." That means rabid dogs.
They're at the best age.
Their minds are still pure and can absorb the training.
- You can brainwash them. - Yes, sure.
We show them the facts. Why they have to fight.
"Soldiers, attention now.
We are here as voluntary soldiers in Misura training camp,
in the Nicaraguan mountains."
The instructor is lying because of the camera.
The camp is in Honduras, not Nicaragua.
"We are fighting to liberate our fatherland.
We have chosen to come here and are determined to fight communism.
We're prepared to do this training, and to make sacrifices
for the benefit of our fatherland."
"Soldiers who have been well trained
are the soldiers that survive on the battlefield."
"Every drop of sweat shed during training
will save one litre of blood on the battlefield."
"This is why we must give our all during training."
"See how our fatherland and our mothers
have been crushed by the communists."
"We must fight these international communists to the death."
No, he's not afraid. He's ready to die.
So young?
- You're not afraid? - No.
No, he's not afraid.
Why do you want to die so young?
He wants to fight because his brother was killed.
That reminds me of a sad story when I was 14 years old.
I was drafted in Berlin
during the last weeks of battle against the Russians.
We also believed we had to save our country.
Many of us died and what I see here doesn't bode well for the future.
It reminds me too much of my own childhood.
You were also an orphan.
Yes, but it has nothing to do with that.
It has to do with the fact that when you're 13 or 14
and someone says, "You're a man, save your country",
you automatically believe it.
I see that here again.
That happened to us 40 years ago and it still happens the world over.
That still preys on my mind.
When I see all these kids, I can already see them dead.
Flower of all flowers Flower of my love
Come with me Give me your love
Flower of all flowers Flower of my love
Come with me Give me your love
Come back, treasure of my life
Mistress of my loves
Come, flower of all flowers
Come and make me happy
I went to your house But didn't see you there
Who ordered me? I walk in my sleep
I went to your house But didn't see you there
Who ordered me? I walk in my sleep
Come back, treasure of my life
Mistress of my loves
Come, flower of all flowers
Come and make me happy
Come back, treasure of my life
Mistress of my loves
Come, flower of all flowers
Come and make me happy
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