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The Unforgettable (8):
Bad Luck often Brings Good Luck
Navideshahed: Right now we are at the headquarters of the 7th Corps of the Iraqi regime. Each equip of the war veterans that are taken here, they are forced to sit in a queue so that they will be prepared to be delivered to the rear side of the war. Here is full of the blood that has been splashed on the ground by the wounded war veterans of Iran. They tied our hands and the made us sit on the ground.
Behold all people in the world! The foreign correspondents were informed to take films and photos from the captives and then to say: “See we have done a wonderful feat!”?
It was close to the sunset and the sun was saying good bye to us. At that condition that the earth and sky had become red, I felt gloomy.
It was a strange night and I wish this night would never come true for us.
An Iraqi solider who had a shinny torch in his hand, he kept it towards us so that the foreigners could take better photos.
Among the prisoners of the war, I was the youngest one and I had sat down in the first queue. The foreign photographer took his camera towards me. I looked down. The Iraqi soldier forced me to raise my head with a special anger.
Again I turned my head towards the backward. I did not like my young face that was a lover of Imam Khomeini to be used.
This time the Iraqi solider put his hand on the wound of my head in which there was a piece of lead inside my wound and turned my head. I was feeling weakness. Now I could do nothing except to allow the foreign photographer to take any photos and films that he wanted.
In that evening the foreign photographers took many photos from different groups of the war veterans who had been arrested during the military operation ‘Karbala 4’ and they published the photos in their magazines and they made much propaganda in this field.
The End
By: POW, ‘Reza Nazar Nezhad’
Source: The Unforgettable/ by Hasan Shakib Zadeh/ Shahed Publications/ 2011
Behold all people in the world! The foreign correspondents were informed to take films and photos from the captives and then to say: “See we have done a wonderful feat!”? It was close to the sunset and the sun was saying good bye to us. At that condition that the earth and sky had become red, I felt gloomy. It was a strange night and I wish this night would never come true for us. An Iraqi solider who had a shinny torch in his hand, he kept it towards us so that the foreigners could take better photos. Among the prisoners of the war, I was the youngest one and I had sat down in the first queue. The foreign photographer took his camera towards me. I looked down. The Iraqi soldier forced me to raise my head with a special anger. Again I turned my head towards the backward. I did not like my young face that was a lover of Imam Khomeini to be used. This time the Iraqi solider put his hand on the wound of my head in which there was a piece of lead inside my wound and turned my head. I was feeling weakness. Now I could do nothing except to allow the foreign photographer to take any photos and films that he wanted. In that evening the foreign photographers took many photos from different groups of the war veterans who had been arrested during the military operation ‘Karbala 4’ and they published the photos in their magazines and they made much propaganda in this field. The End By: POW, ‘Reza Nazar Nezhad’ Source: The Unforgettable/ by Hasan Shakib Zadeh/ Shahed Publications/ 2011
