Francisco Franco y Bahamonde stood watching the sun set over the Canary Islands. There would be little of this tropical beauty and peace in the coming months. After having been humiliated and removed from his post as chief of staff of the army, and assigned here, there would be only one way back. He allowed himself one more glance at the beach and one more thought about the Spain he envisioned for the future. He would return Spain to its proper place in the world, as a leader rather than as a backwater that the Republic had become. But those thoughts would have to wait. The flames of war were coming. A war between brothers, between countrymen.