A Farewell Letter

Before Che left for Congo on a secret mission to help the rebel forces, in the spring of 1965. He wrote the following farewell letter to his parents [Gerassi 1968].


Dear Parents:

Once again I feel below my heels the ribs of Rosinante [Don Quixote's scrawny horse]. I return to the road with my shield on my arm.

Almost ten years ago, I wrote you another farewell letter. As I remember, I lamented not being a better soldier and a better doctor. The latter doesn't interest me any longer. As a soldier I am not so bad.

Nothing in essence has changed, except that I am much more conscious, and my Marxism has taken root and become pure. I believe in the armed struggle as the only solution for those who fight to free themselves, and I am consistent with my beliefs. Many will call me an adventurer, and that I am; only one of a different kind - one of those who risks his skin to prove his beliefs.

It could be that this may be the end. Not that I look for it, but it is within the logical calculus of probabilities. If it is so, I send you a last embrace. I have loved you very much, only I have not known how to express my love. I am extremely rigid in my actions and I believe that at times you did not understand me. It was not easy to understand me. On the other hand, I ask only that you believe in me today.

Now, a will that I have polished with the delight of an artist will sustain my pair of flaccid legs and tired lungs. I will do it!
Remember from time to time this little condottiere[Italian term for the captain of a band of soldiers of fortune] of the twentieth century. A kiss to Celia, to Roberto, Juan Martin and Pototin, to Beatriz, to everyone. A large embrace from your obstinate and prodigal son.


Ernesto