A tribute to our valiant heroes
Lionel WIJESIRI
This is for all of you - men and women - who wear the military
uniforms of this nation. You are our heroes. Whether you’re a manning a
War Tank, piloting a military aircraft, stopping suspect boats on the
high seas or cooking for two hundred in a Mess Hall, you are our heroes.
And all of you stood your ground! On the rough high seas when
surrounded with enemy suicide boats, in the trenches, in the
blood-soaked sands, in the lethally booby-trapped marshes and in the
steamy jungles, you stood your ground. You said to them, “It’s enough!
To get to our people you’ll have to go over us. And you’re not going
over us. “And you succeeded. You did not allow them to go over you.
You have fought an extraordinary intense battle against the
most ruthless terrorist outfit of the world and won. |
You’re our heroes! Whether firing a machine gun or turning the wrench
on a jeep, keeping personnel records or guarding a gate, all of you are
our heroes. You marched off to war with visions in your eyes; you sang
patriotic songs as you faced the enemy. You met your duties with courage
and strength, knowing full well that you must shed your blood for your
ideals.
You have fought an extraordinary intense battle against the most
ruthless terrorist outfit of the world and won. We will hail you as the
‘stuff of legend’. We need not look any further for our 21st Century
role models than you, who are the ‘real heroes’.
Thank you very much! We will never forget you.
Post Script - With head bowed in shame I would like to extend apology
to our valiant men and women in the battlefield for not sharing with you
the agony they went through for months and years. I am sure there will
be many more people who will be equally embarrassed after reading my few
lines.
I stayed up for 4 hours and I am feeling horrible today.
He stayed up for 48 hours and fought his way to the end
I took two icy showers per day to help me keep out of exhaustion.
He went 3 days without a bucket of running water but never felt
exhaustion.
I complained of a ‘headache’, and called my office to say ‘sick’.
He got shot at as others were hit, but kept moving forward.
I walked down the road, looking out for bargains at shopping malls.
He patrolled the lonely streets, searching for hiding terrorists.
I complained about how hot it was and how my collar got wet.
He wore his heavy gear in the sizzling heat, not daring to take off
his helmet to wipe his brow.
I went out to lunch and complained because the steward served my
order 15 minutes late.
He didn’t get to eat any solid whole day and didn’t want to complain
to anybody
My maid washed my clothes and polished my shoes sparkling clean.
He wore the same clothes for weeks, but made sure his weapons were
clean.
I rolled my eyes as the baby cried and rocked him softly till he went
to sleep
He got a letter with pictures of his new child, and wondered if
they’ll ever meet.
I criticized the government and said that war never solved anything.
He saw the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and
remembered why he was fighting.
I crawled into my soft bed, with down pillows and got comfortable.
He tried to sleep on his backpack but got often woken by mortars and
helicopters all night long.
A quote from the 1800s by philosopher John Stewart Mill certainly
applies to our present situation. He said, “War is an ugly thing, but
not the ugliest of things.
The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which
thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has
nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more
important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has
no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of
better men than himself.”
Those who have been serving in the battle field in North and East and
in harm’s way on our behalf are some of the better people of whom Mills
spoke. |