Here it was today, at the main ground of our university, all in the spirit, all under the Shinning sun. The marching broke out the silence in the field, soldiers all in symmetry, row after row marching together towards the point where it all was going to start, the declaration of war was now tuned in every radio channel, all at halt, waiting for the first strike, waiting for the first caution to attack. the Jeeps engines roaring, hearts pounding, sweat dripping, eyes on nothing but the enemy across the border and then the moment of truth, the time had come when there will be barrels speaking out loud, smoke emerging from all directions, the first battalions charged towards each other, with all the rage all the anger, all the strength and courage, leaving all fear and assignments behind. YEAH 'assignments'. We were in the University and this was, as the title says "BATTLE OF THE LAST MINOR" an assignment. All was a war but all intended to be beautiful. Robert Capa, the known combat photographer documented the Vicious Beauty of war happened today.