“January 30 2015, marks the day the whole Philippines mourned for The
Fallen 44.”
As
a Filipino citizen of this beloved country, I also want to give my greatest
salute to the “Fallen 44”. They served as a great heroes and leaders of this
nation.
They
died not just because of the incident but because of their bravery in
attempting to arrest the Malaysian terrorist Zulkifli
bin Hir, alias “Marwan” and Filipino militant Abdul Basit Usman in Mamasapano,
Maguindanao. I do believe that this death is real worth it for the country in
giving peace.
As I was
searching about the other’s story of this, I found this tumblr post...
“Right now
I am dead. My body is riddled with bullets. My heart was punctured, my brain
obliterated, and my soul is now wandering and wondering.
My blood is all over the marshes of Mamasapano, and slowly trickling down into the hands of those who betrayed me.
I am now lifeless. My family is now fatherless and brotherless, and this government has one less personnel to worry about.
I am dead, not because I want to, but because I have to. I am dead, not for my sake but for the sake of peace, and for the sake of everyone in this country.
I am dead because I followed an order. Just like that. As what was said in a movie about soldiers, I follow orders, or people die. In my case, I was the one who ended up dead.
I am dead because an armed struggle cannot be resolved. I am dead because there are dangers lurking in our midst, and I have to be used to shield everyone else against that danger.
I am dead because my leaders say I have to be dead, in order for their greed and ambition to remain alive. I have to die mercilessly and senselessly, because somebody up in our chain of command must live irresponsibly and shamelessly.
Am I the only one who died? Perhaps not. Even truth, decency, nobility and the sense of responsibility also died with me. These values are now dead as well, their importance punctured, their worth obliterated, and their meaning now wandering and wondering.
I am dead, and I am now silenced forever. But when you look into my remains, know that I am screaming, that I am shouting, that I am clamoring for the truth to come out!
I can no longer speak. But my death is more than enough message. Maybe I did not die in vain. Maybe with my demise, my countrymen will rise. I hope my death becomes a springboard for action. I hope not to become just a statistic, not just a body count, not just collateral damage, and not just a casualty of war.
I hope my death would make a difference.
I hope my death would bring change.
With my departure, I hope my fellowmen will become aware, and will be awaken from their stupor of indifference and discord.
Because now that I am dead, it is up to you to keep my cause alive.”
My blood is all over the marshes of Mamasapano, and slowly trickling down into the hands of those who betrayed me.
I am now lifeless. My family is now fatherless and brotherless, and this government has one less personnel to worry about.
I am dead, not because I want to, but because I have to. I am dead, not for my sake but for the sake of peace, and for the sake of everyone in this country.
I am dead because I followed an order. Just like that. As what was said in a movie about soldiers, I follow orders, or people die. In my case, I was the one who ended up dead.
I am dead because an armed struggle cannot be resolved. I am dead because there are dangers lurking in our midst, and I have to be used to shield everyone else against that danger.
I am dead because my leaders say I have to be dead, in order for their greed and ambition to remain alive. I have to die mercilessly and senselessly, because somebody up in our chain of command must live irresponsibly and shamelessly.
Am I the only one who died? Perhaps not. Even truth, decency, nobility and the sense of responsibility also died with me. These values are now dead as well, their importance punctured, their worth obliterated, and their meaning now wandering and wondering.
I am dead, and I am now silenced forever. But when you look into my remains, know that I am screaming, that I am shouting, that I am clamoring for the truth to come out!
I can no longer speak. But my death is more than enough message. Maybe I did not die in vain. Maybe with my demise, my countrymen will rise. I hope my death becomes a springboard for action. I hope not to become just a statistic, not just a body count, not just collateral damage, and not just a casualty of war.
I hope my death would make a difference.
I hope my death would bring change.
With my departure, I hope my fellowmen will become aware, and will be awaken from their stupor of indifference and discord.
Because now that I am dead, it is up to you to keep my cause alive.”
(Source: http://ohmeshed.tumblr.com/post/109634479006/right-now-i-am-dead-my-body-is-riddled-with)
And with this post, I realized that I must not waste their
lives for nothing. Maybe something in me can make others inspired by their
story and let the change in this world begin.
Again, I salute you, FALLEN 44!
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