Blood seller
When I heard the news of military operation, Dezful was not counted a prison for me anymore. I was watching the map had been designed for military operation, I saw Martyr Ahmad Reza Ashabi. I knew him from long time ago. He was a runner and I was his couch, but he was better than his couch. After consideration the military operation plan, they let us to go on leave for a week. The soldiers got sad and said the military operation is not existed and they have amused us only. We went to Damghan for off days and after seven days we came together again.
It was supposed a military operation with the name of Karbala 4 to be created in the area of Shalamcheh by Ghamar Bani Hashem battalion. In this battalion our military group was ahead of all other military groups. We were moving towards enemy. Martyr Ahmad was the commander of one of the military groups, he urged to be the first person in the column. I said no I want to be first person in the column of soldiers.
Eventually Ahmad Accepted and I kissed his face. At 9:00 AM we were in there. We wanted to start the military operation at 1:00 AM at night. This time was arrived, at 9:00 PM the soldiers moved in columns in the line of Shalamcheh towards enemy. The diver battalion was supposed to cross the waters and engage the ambushing rifle-pits of enemy, but unfortunately the military operation had been understood by Iraqi forces and they started to shoot on us by their heavy weapons.
We could not retreat and we could not go forward too. Many cannon shots had been hit inside the soldiers, the desert smelled blood and gunpowder. Everyone was waiting for the demand of commander. We had to wait because thoroughfare was not released, and we had to stop doing anything. The breaking line forces could not be seen. The heavy fire of enemy had destroyed many of military plans. In this situation a hand touched me and said are you healthy? It was Ahmad, I said yes dear Ahmad how about you? He said I am healthy as well; my forces are healthy as well. Even though our clothes had become dirty with mud and dirt, I opened the small plastic bag was filled of raisins and was given to me by my elementary students as a gift, and gave to Ahmad. He gave me some shelled walnuts and said I should go now. I asked slowly where you are going Ahmad. A few steps far away he answered and they said good bye to me and went.
After a minute a very bad sound was heard. I felt the smell of burning. I touched my body, it was healthy. I asked the condition of those soldiers were near me. Some of them were injured. I looked for Ahmad. I called him several times. But he did not answer me anymore. I found him. I looked into his eyes. His eyes could move Shalamcheh. His smile had amazed Shalamcheh. I heard a sound said: Direct the forces towards enemy direction quickly. I left Ahmad and went towards enemy for continuing the military operation. The land of Shalamcheh had been the host for Ahmad.
It was supposed a military operation with the name of Karbala 4 to be created in the area of Shalamcheh by Ghamar Bani Hashem battalion. In this battalion our military group was ahead of all other military groups. We were moving towards enemy. Martyr Ahmad was the commander of one of the military groups, he urged to be the first person in the column. I said no I want to be first person in the column of soldiers.
Eventually Ahmad Accepted and I kissed his face. At 9:00 AM we were in there. We wanted to start the military operation at 1:00 AM at night. This time was arrived, at 9:00 PM the soldiers moved in columns in the line of Shalamcheh towards enemy. The diver battalion was supposed to cross the waters and engage the ambushing rifle-pits of enemy, but unfortunately the military operation had been understood by Iraqi forces and they started to shoot on us by their heavy weapons.
We could not retreat and we could not go forward too. Many cannon shots had been hit inside the soldiers, the desert smelled blood and gunpowder. Everyone was waiting for the demand of commander. We had to wait because thoroughfare was not released, and we had to stop doing anything. The breaking line forces could not be seen. The heavy fire of enemy had destroyed many of military plans. In this situation a hand touched me and said are you healthy? It was Ahmad, I said yes dear Ahmad how about you? He said I am healthy as well; my forces are healthy as well. Even though our clothes had become dirty with mud and dirt, I opened the small plastic bag was filled of raisins and was given to me by my elementary students as a gift, and gave to Ahmad. He gave me some shelled walnuts and said I should go now. I asked slowly where you are going Ahmad. A few steps far away he answered and they said good bye to me and went.
After a minute a very bad sound was heard. I felt the smell of burning. I touched my body, it was healthy. I asked the condition of those soldiers were near me. Some of them were injured. I looked for Ahmad. I called him several times. But he did not answer me anymore. I found him. I looked into his eyes. His eyes could move Shalamcheh. His smile had amazed Shalamcheh. I heard a sound said: Direct the forces towards enemy direction quickly. I left Ahmad and went towards enemy for continuing the military operation. The land of Shalamcheh had been the host for Ahmad.
