I was to leave for Marinduque as soon as I could. Anticipating the eruption of conflict, Heneral Luna wanted me to begin organizing and training military units in my newly-created district immediately.
His letter didn't carry the dismissiveness of Heneral Artemio Ricarte's tone. Luna truly sounded like he believed my command could make an impact in the looming conflict.
That said, there was urgency in his words. He pointed out that I hadn't even begun my work yet. It was clear he didn't want me staying another day in Bulacan—and I agreed. Time was against me. Training a military unit to reach even a semblance of battle-worthiness could take up to half a year.
Besides, it had always been my plan to leave as soon as the promulgation event was over. I missed my Isabela and the charming quaintness of Marinduque.
And yet… a part of me wanted to stay—just one more day.
