From us veterans, for generations to come
. And if war comes again, and you are called to battle, do you know what to say?
Yes, say it from our words, veterans;
By God, we did not seek war, he came; Without any reasoning and logic. At first we fought not to be killed, but then we remembered to fight so as not to be killed. Some of us got the color of fighting and some of us splashed the color of fighting on ourselves. A number of non-come fronts became the narrator of the war! And some were martyred so that the future will live! But not a future like this!!
What should we have done?
Some people came to become figures, some came to become incorporeal. And some are also sculptors! There was a feeling of love and a lover on the front. And we had no choice but to fight!
Could we abandon the defense of the country and the people and (should we) lose our graves and return (to) our cities!? And would we become an oil tanker thief? Or the thief of the rig that was not built but financed with oil dollars in the world of contaminated sanctions?
We had drawn the future for ourselves, but the war was 8 years closer than the future. John was dear, but love was also involved. The drunken dance of the martyrs was raging on the front lines, and what should we do? Shouldn’t we have been Yusuf and danced on the mines and made the Feke tavern prosperous?! And we did not decorate the gate of Khorramshahr?
Believe me, future generations!
We left young, we came back old! Now you tell me what should we have done? Were we fleeing to become Kufis? That our beliefs should not be auctioned at the rate of dollars and coins? That they don’t write the name of our army on the forehead of usurer banks? What did we have to do to not hear the thunder today?!
Yes, future generations were not meant to be like this!
Indeed, if there is another war and you are invited to fight, say as we say: Warriors! Think about after the war!
When we left the values in the embankments and the values changed, the changes became valuable! Take a good look today, how they think we are strangers!
Believe me, in those days we used to go by train and return by wagon. We used to go straight, we returned with a bent back. We used to go in groups and return alone. Without any welcome or celebration. Only the warm embrace of an expectant mother and nothing else!
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But we stopped.
You might ask, so what was our death? Believe me, we also had hearts, we had children, families, and wives, but we left with hearts, we came back without hearts, we went with friends and came back with burdens, we went with legs and came back with crutches, we went with determination and came back with wounds.
We left enthusiastically, we returned with wisdom!
We are distressed now, but we have no regrets!
We are the infantry veterans who have not learned to ride! We were not tempted by power! Do you know how many of us there were during the 8 years of war? 3.5 percent of Iran’s population! But we didn’t leave masculinity alone, we weren’t trained in “robbing”, we went and experienced jealousy.
Even now, we shout that they are not from us, these bandits of “embezzlement” are not from us. Wolves who tore a hundred shirts of Yusuf, believe me, these superstitions of the Kharijites are not a part of our conscience, we did not see the horse of Imam Zaman, we did not fight without mentioning Hussein.
But we, the bone in the throat, are ashamed of today, with a red face and hands that are left in the jaw!
Now you tell me that if we didn’t go, what should we have done with the enemy who came along Qadisiyah to destroy the people and our country of Iran?!
judge us better; Except for a few of us who became infected and sold our honor.
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This post is written by Shahin_faradid