9th October 1914, Aguascalientes, Mexico
The tequila poured smoothly, the two men served different masters in the four-sided civil war that was imminent, but they were united by a new hatred. “Damn Gringos, they killed my cousin last week in Veracruz, I don’t care so much for Carranza but I hate the Yanquis so much more. This conference must succeed, if we fail we will fight and the Americans will get fatter than ever picking over our bones. They have taken so much from Mexico, let us be the men who put a stop to it.”
The other man, a native of Vera Cruz were even now American soldiers squatted, where the blood of the martyrs of freedom had been spilt. Could not agree more. “My Jefe and your Jefe will meet, this must come soon, let us do what we can to get all of them to forget their past hatreds and unite for the future.” The first man spoke again “Antonio, your words are correct, I will talk to Villa in the morning, we must accept the conditions of Carranza, let him bring his followers, let Obregon, Carranza, Villa and Zapata meet, they will fight and they will bicker. But let it be with words, lest we drown our precious Mexico in a sea of blood.”
Then Antonio Díaz Soto y Gama raised his glass, his hard eyes shining with agreement saying “To Mexico, unity and damnation to the Americans”