An everlasting memory
Today I want to put on record, I want to engrave in stone my memory for that feat, for the sailors who perished, for the greatness of the company and the complexity of the return. And I also want to remember that phrase of Felipe II, after the debacle: “I did not send my ships to fight against the elements” because, after everything that happened, after the storms, attacks and winds, and after centuries, the elements still continue spilling lies and poisonous legend about the Great Armada. Because the worst thing about having history written to us is that we believed it.
Spain has already forgotten other heroes who shed their blood with honor: Blas de Lezo, Santiago Liniers, El Gran Capitán, The Baler heroes, Carlos Palanca and many other relevant figures who contributed greatly to making their land great. Felipe II treated them with benevolence and fought so that the participants in those enterprises recovered, and that they did not lack a country that cared for them.
Let us not forget the feat, nor the routes, nor the boats, nor the men, nor the hardships … as they do in Ireland every year, where the flag of Spain is raised with honors. Take example. Forgetfulness cannot silence our history because it will always be remembered, and I will tell my children about it, like the Great and Most Happy Armada.
Note: For when a movie without the Black Legend bias? For when a film in which the Spaniards are not badly faced ogres? For when an objective film that tells the facts as they were, recounting the great power that was Spain in the 16th century? Let’s keep waiting but never forget.