The sergeant approached the tent occupied by the man they called Commander. He had indeed been a sergeant of the Colombian army, and after many years of duty he had joined the ranks of the paramilitaries with whom he had fought and finally ended up protecting the drug lords in his country. When the situation became difficult because of the Colombian Army actions the sergeant left the country and had spent some time associated with all types of crime until he had the luck -from his point of view- of finding his current boss. Ramon Jaramillo was grateful because the Commander had taken him out of his drinking problems, had retrained him to suit the officer´s high military standards and had given new meaning to his life, much more satisfying than the downward soapy table in which he had falle
