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War Journey

Part II

by Maveeran Captain Malavaran, 1990. Translated by N. Malathy, 2007. E-book posted on TamilNation.

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War Journey by Captain Malaravan 1990. Translated from Tamil 2007

3. My tortured home

10 November 1990

The moonlight had started to spread. Stars twinkled. Our journey continued through it all. The roads were in a very poor condition. Since ours was the vehicle that needed to be repaired the most, we sent all the other vehicles in front and we were going very slowly.

Vasanthan had taken over my thoughts. Salam drove quietly avoiding pot holes and water puddles. We passed Murippu and went over big bridges. We were now driving through the Poothan rice fields towards Thaneerutru.

“Buddy, this is the Katpahapilaiyar temple. I used to come here a lot in my young days. An old man used to conduct bajans here every Friday”, I said.

We went past the co-operative shop and the rice mil and our vehicle went over a big water canal. I pointed to a place.

“This is where we were living. It is exciting to see the place after so many years. That Neem tree hosts scores of monkeys. I used to be very scared when I was young. Appa and his friends used to sit in the front porch and chat”.

We passed the Muliyavalai Vidhyananda Colege and continued. I thought of the Manalaru people. We must give a good beating on the Maveerar day. We must create a situation where the enemy cannot stay in our land anymore.

Ithayan and I complained that we were sleepy.

“Do you know what will happen if I fall asleep?” Salam said with a smile. He pointed to the big water canal next to the road which was full of water.

“Good grief, we can’t let this fellow fall asleep”, Ithayan said

“What is this buddy; they have put a banner here”, he continued.

“This is Oddusuddan police station, the army was here earlier”, I replied

“When were they beaten away?”

“In 1990”.

“Wasn’t this place beaten by our boys earlier as well?”

“Yes, in 1985. That too was a good beating. We captured a lot of rifles. Saba annai and Lawrence annai lead the attack”.

Signs of army occupation were still visible. Walls were damaged and in some parts walls were completely destroyed. A damaged board said “Military remand camp”.

“Slow down buddy, let us have a look”, I said

I began explaining the camp layout to my friends.

“I know this camp a little. In 1986, my brother was arrested and kept here. I was small then. I would come here with amma and cry. This is the main entrance. They would open this gate only for their big vehicles. See that big tree there? That is the first sentry post. Those days they used trees and bricks rather than sand bags to build sentry posts. Sometimes they watch from trees.

The next sentry on the other side of the road will be posted at the Muthaiyankaddu junction. In between, the road will be deliberately dug out to make pot holes. At some places they will put drums to block the road. The big water tank turned upside down and sitting on the ground was one of talest things that were around. They had sand bags on it and there will be an observation sentry there. You can see all around from there. If they see anyone, they will come at you like hunting dogs. Look at all these buildings.

One wouldn’t know in which building the enemy will be hiding. There will be barbed wire fences around it. That will be surrounded again with rols of barbed wire. After that there will be trenches”.

Then remembering one incident of torture that I witnessed, I described to the others.

“It was the fourth day after the army took my brother. It was 6.00am. We came here on the early morning bus. It was cold. We were inquiring at the sentry, when we saw him. There was this bed made of barbed wire fixed six inches from ground on poles. A boy was made to lie on it face down and he was tied to it. The boy was very still. A little later, seven or eight people came. One of them in the middle was big. He put his boots on the back of the boy. The boy screamed. Buddy, even the elephant wouldn’t scream so loud”.

The big man stood on the boy’s body and grabbed his hair and pulled it. The big man acted like he was riding a horse. I can’t describe the way the boy screamed. He then let go of his hair and got hold of his forehead and pulled the boy backwards. The boy’s cry, “Amma” was half dead. His broken neck hung like that of roster with broken neck. He didn’t move after that. Blood started to drip underneath the barbed wire. Amma quickly dragged me away but I looked back. Two people removed him from the barbed wire and took him away. Blood was dripping from his body. His broken neck was hanging. That is when I saw another fifteen people within an area fenced off with barbed wire. They were all being beaten with logs. Amma dragged me and ran out. The sentry whistled and laughed as we ran out. How can I forget?”

I went near the barbed wire to look. I am not sure if it was blood but there were red dried bits on the barbed wire. I kicked the wire angrily and took Ithayan and walked away. Buildings were standing upside down. A name board of the LTTE smiled at us in the moon. We paid our respect to the Maveerar memorial at the junction.

We turned into a narrow lane. “Stop in the thick jungle, it will be day light soon”, I said.

Salam started to look for a small entry into the thick jungle. “Stop here”.

Salam reversed and stopped in a perfect spot not visible to the road. We were all cold in the clothes that had got wet in the rain. We had not eaten since 6.00pm yesterday. It is 3.20am. We didn’t even have a hot cup of tea. All three of us, Salam, Ithayan and me, were affected by it.

There was a strange noise coming from Ithayan.

“What the hell is the mater?” I asked.

We shone the torch light. A red ant nest has fallen and the ants had got disturbed. They spread over Ithayan’s body and were biting him, dying in the process.

“Come outside and take off your shorts”.

All three of us were brushing the ants off his body. Ithayan looked pathetic. All his friends back in his village will be asleep now. What does that say about Ithayan? Has life betrayed him? No. History showed him the way to live. He must live here so the future generation can breathe freely. Jungle is his protection. This is his joy.

“What are you thinking buddy? Let us sleep outside”.

Both of us lay down. Ithayan was in misery. He was moaning for a long time with the pain of ant bites. My sentry duty came up. I picked up the rifle, dropped the sleep and started the sentry. The cold pierced through the polythene coat.

The moonlight started to fade. Clouds hurried away. The sky slept. Mild noises indicated some activity now and then. A peacock called. I heard something familiar far away. My heart longed for something. Yes, it is the alkaddi. It must be searching for its mate.

I was suddenly taken aback by the noises nearby. The noise was getting nearer. A bad smell filed the air.

“Salam, buddy, something is coming. Looks like an elephant.”

About seventy five meters away, a black hill stood blocking the lane. The two eyes sparkled in the dark. I could hear the elephant’s tail swaying to chase away the flies. It turned towards our side, and lifted its trunk.

“Buddy, we can’t run away now, it is too close. Wake up Ithayan, then run to the tractor, start it and focus the light on its eyes”.

I loaded the T-81 and cocked it ready to shoot a single bullet. In the tractor light, the eyes sparkled even more. It started moving towards the light.

“It is dangerous now. You run with Ithayan, I will see to this”, I told Salam.

It came nearer and nearer. Killing wild animals will damage our natural resources. Our trainer in the forest had told us several times to be cautious about killing wild life. I ran fast behind Salam. But we weren’t going to make it. Bang. A bullet went over the elephant’s head. It paused and then trumpeted and started chasing us even faster. I had to now. Had to shoot. Ithayan had fallen over a log and he let out a scream and Salam helped to pull him back. The elephant was just forty five meters away. I aimed for its forehead. It fell down like a black hill. I sighed and felt sad. Salam started his sentry duty. As the morning arrived, and birds began singing, I fell asleep.

11 November

I was woken up at 9.30am. We contacted the nearby camp by walkie-talkie and food arrived. Bread was sticky and the curry tasted strange. Salam’s face showed it all.

“You know annai; you are far away from our camp. Breakfast will arrive here only at 11 .00am. This is last night’s dinner”, said the porali who brought the food.

I took a bite of the bread and poured the water from the can into the cup. I could see bits floating in the water.

“Do you have water problems?” I asked.

“Yes annai, the well is very deep and some how the green water fungus spreads in the well. This water is boiled, cooled and filtered; still get a few of them floaters though.”

“Ok, that is alright. Do you have contact with David annai?”

“Yes, he made contact at 8.10am in the morning. Finish your food and come, let us go. People won’t come here. There are sentries around. They won’t let anyone in”.

We hid the ‘big item’ under bushes where there will be no movement of people. We climbed into the truck brought by the porali and sped towards Mankulam.

Easan pointed to the tal stick like thing and laughed saying, “This is his tower”. As we got closer, we could see that it was held straight with several tight ropes stretched in all directions. The tractor turned slowly into a lane.

“Can we not go straight on the main road?”

“If you go there won’t even be small pieces of you left. Beyond that curve everything is his target. He will shoot even a dog that strays there.”

The lane was in bad shape. “Can’t we go along this?”

“We used to go that way. One day they fired at our jeep. Five people were injured. So now we have orders not to take vehicles. One can walk though.”

The truck stopped in front of a camp. Time was 2.30pm. We had lunch. Jeevan came and took us around the camp. Three of us were together and Ithayna’s face started to show happiness. It was hard to say if the pain of the ant bites had gone or he was just ignoring it. His wound after last night’s fall was covered in dried blood. His pants were ripped. We walked along the main road. The houses were all damaged by the shelling and bombing.

One hut was totaly burnt down. The clay pots and pans were in pieces and burnt, lying scattered. A saree on the fence was badly faded and shredded. It depicted the haste with which its owners would have run away.

A mango tree was burnt and dead on one side. The other side of the tree was sprouting new shoots. It must have been an aerial bomb. On top of the ash heap in the front yard, new green grass shoots were coming out. How is that possible? I was surprised. After a rain, the birds must have dropped the seeds.

Next to the hut a bigger house with its roof destroyed looked bright with the day light shining through the roof. A coconut tree with its top chopped, hung onto its trunk.

An enemy’s camp can cause many problems. Militarily, these camps restrict our movement. The enemy then implements a strategy of harassment. They costs us lives and ammunition.

That is not all.

There are political effects too. The enemy is able to boast that he controls the economic life of the civilians because of this camp. These camps cause economic problems to our people. Displacement also causes economic losses. In their new places, the displaced are forced to start all over again. Their energies are wasted. So much of cultivable lands are unused because of these camps. The displaced languish without land. Due to multiple upheavals, people have been unable to develop their skills in agriculture. The camps also block transportation routes. This has an economic cost as longer routes are taken. These economic embargoes cannot be the foundations of Tamileelam. We cannot permit these to continue.

There are cultural impacts too. Many camps are built around temples. The temple walls provide cover.

“This is Mankulam Mahavidhyalayam.”

Jeevan pointed to the school. The big school stood without much damage. The grass on the playground had grown up to waist level. Soon this will become a jungle.

Oh! My dearest little brothers and sisters, where are you all? We know that the enemy does not like your young feet stepping into schools. He doesn’t want to see you carrying books. The enemy is bent on destroying the backbone of the Tamil community; education.

I know you will be huddled somewhere in a little hut or a building to avoid the rain. But you will be drenched because the huts have only coconut palm leaf roofs which will be thoroughly decayed. You will not be eating lunch. Your little stomachs will be in pain due to hunger.

Come here again in a few days. Wash your tiny feet in these water tanks. I will come like a big wave looking for you. Put your feet in this school. I will take your feet from the earth. I will embrace you like a breeze while you are studying.

We cautiously studied the enemy’s setup. “Bang. bang”. Bulets went over our heads.

“Buddy lie down. He has seen us. He is firing from the Tamarind tree over there. He will fire for a short time and then he will get down.”

“Come let us go but keep low.”

Jeevan ran in front and we followed. “BOOM”. A shell fell on the spot where we were lying down.

Our man at the security post said laughingly, “He is angry because we cut off his supplies. For one week we fired 50 calibre shots preventing the supply helicopter from landing. He is angry”.

We began identifying the targets through each security posts. Jeevan pointed to every enemy security post and gave us an explanation.

“The road coming past the ‘temple security post’ is the Mulaithivu road that comes up here. That thing in the corner is a shop. Next to it is the Buddhist Vihara. Beyond that is his old camp.”

In front, a cement wall half eaten by bullets carried the sign, “Army Camp”.

One porali standing next to us laughed, “It is here my father and I were stopped and threatened as we were returning from Manankulam on our way to our home.”

Oh! The child you threatened once, the young shoot you stepped on, the Tamil you teased, is standing with a gun in front of you. His presence is taking you by surprise. How can you understand that it is the occupier who creates a porali. You once gave the blow. Now you are imprisoned. When a fox tries to eat the goat, the goat must turn into a tiger and leap. That is the commandment of the time.

Jeevan continued with his explanations.

“On the other side of the camp is a mango orchard. Inside are eight security posts. Some of them are dummy posts. But we fire at them as well so they don’t know that we know they are dummy posts. Over that way, towards the Laxabana, you can see the mountain security post. Since he is at a good height, he can cover all the open space. I think it could be a 50 calibre or L3”.

The camp certainly was strong. The enemy must have calculated that the large open space surrounding his camp meant that during land movement we would have to take heavy losses.

We have cut off the Thunukkai road just before the junction. Similarly, it looked as if the enemy has done the same in front of his camp. It could be his supply route or it could even be a fake. We had put screens at places where we could see the enemy in direct view. We were watching through the Tamarind tree at the junction.

“Don’t look at the stretch. He will snipe you”, warned Jeevan.

“What you see at this end is the church. That is the nun’s hostel. Those are houses. All those security posts are protecting the camp on this side. This is what made it possible to land helicopters. The enemy captured this only after the 1990 battle.”

“These security posts appear to be rather close. Can’t they be attacked with RPGs and separated?” I asked.

“It may look like it is close, but they are all well fortified security posts. He has stacked huge quantities of sand bags. There are sandbags even behind the walls. The temple security post is stronger than the others.”

Places of worship stood before us like horrendous enemies. They stood silent, being used for an unjust purpose. “It is better to be destroyed than to assist the oppressor ”, these words of an unknown philosopher came to my mind. We must capture these two camps at any cost. After that there is no question of helicopters landing. Earlier this camp was only a hundred by two hundred meters. Now it has expanded to a thousand by fifteen thousands meters. Over and above this, the enemy has sowed landmines in the open space.

Four of us walked towards the railway station security post.

“Careful, he fires when we walk past the railway gates. Those sandbags have holes. Bend down and walk.”

As if the enemy heard Jeevan, the machine gun started to spit. “Ah…”. There was no sound after that. We ran. Bullets whizzed past over our heads.

“Gosh.”, David laughed with a sigh and we joined him. Salam held his leg laughing. “Are you hurt buddy?” “No, no, it just brushed past.”

Below the knee, some flesh was missing. “Bring that field compressor.”

Jeevan bandaged Salam perfectly. I noticed only then that my rubber sandals were missing. One was lying on the railway road, broken. The other sandal was lying a bit further away. I bid them farewel.

“Be alert when you are looking, otherwise he will not let us sleep at night”, laughed the porali at the security post.

“That building on the main road on our side is the hospital. The building next to it is the hospital quarters. Next one is the bank. On that side of the road is the police station. Then comes the milk cooperative shop. Four or five buildings passed that are warehouses for paddy. The enemy is in all of these buildings, but they are not well fortified security posts.”

“He has many dummy posts. Off and on he will climb on trees and snipe. The one who sniped us a moment ago was from that post. The police station is on that side of the warehouse. From here, you cannot see it that well. Tomorrow we will come round and look from the Kanakarayan tank end.”

“Do they occupy all these houses?” “Yes, they are in all these houses.”

“Is that an army man? Oh yes…he is hiding behind the bushes. Looks like he is urinating”

Jeevan turned around, “Buddy what type of rifle you have?”

He took the G3 that was brought to him. I asked him whether I should give support fire and Jeevan nodded his head. Salam counted, one, two, Bang…Two explosions sounded together and we pulled back our rifles. The he feled down.

“They will be coming to collect him and we can get them too”.

Two of them came running to pick up the fallen army. They suddenly stopped and said something to each other and then came forward fast.

“He is going to smash this place with an LMG as the other picks up the body. Come let us move to the other security post” I sped in the front.

They had come close to the fourth post. They came closer. Bang. Before we could, his LMG began ripping the first post. They picked up the body. Our G3 and T81 spit fire. We lowered the guns, and our heads, and ran. We collected some of his weapons and celebrated the colection.

Bulets started to test the sandbags in our security posts. The noise got louder. We dropped ourselves into the trenches. Three shells fell close. One side of the security post was all smoke. As the smoke lifted, the security post stood steady.

Sand was pouring from some of the sandbags. All three bodies lay there. We waited till dusk and then started to move.

“Let’s look at the rest in the morning. We can now go along the road. He won’t fire at night”.

A peacock called in the distance. Stars twinkled. We entered the Mankulam railway station. Tickets were scattered everywhere. The walls soaked in the seasonal rain had many bullet holes. The nakedness of the sky was visible through the roof. Broken ceiling beams were hanging in the air.

“Last week a shell fell on this building. If you look you can see the Convent of the Church. He snipes from there in the daytime.”

Through the window, the walls were poted with bullet holes. Some of the window frames were broken. Each one of these bullets will love this land. They were sent to destroy our poralis. We are also sending the same copper bullets. But we send them to destroy the occupying outsider.

“Buddy, I smell something in here”.

Salam opened the door. God!! a dog killed by a shell was rotting. I was barely able to bear the smell but I forced myself to peak. Once this brown dog, with thick hair around its neck would have been the beloved pet of a family and a friend to its children. It would have walked with the mother of the family as she went to the fields taking food. It might have walked the children to and from school. It is lying dead with bloated stomach. I pulled my head through the door and shut the door.

4. The enemy camp

12 November 1990

“Wonder why there is so much smoke from their camp. May be they are cooking something good to eat before they die”. When Jeevan said this we all looked.

“Come let’s go forward and look. Remember to crawl flat on the ground. Sentry man will be smoking his cigarette and looking elsewhere. Such is their sense of duty”.

“Do not make noise. If he hears something he will make holes through you”.

We crawled behind the Nayuruvi bush and laid one with the soil.

Two bodies, one lying across the other, were burning. About ten feet away was a Sinhala soldier. He puffed at his cigarette with his AK-LMG slung over his shoulder. The camp looked ordinary. He was wearing long boots and his eyes were red. He walked away and then turned back.

Will he see us? For a minute the hairs on the back of our necks pricked. I was not sad to die. But there is so much to be done before I die. He leaned on the sandbags. The bushes on the side of the railway line moved. I straightened. He removed his AK­LMG and leaned it on the sandbags. Next minute “Ah…”. Next minute his rifle was going full tilt until all the bullets in the link were finished.

Shameful. This is not a military; these are undisciplined animals, rowdies. We turned and began crawling away.

The sentry at the road fired a few times to show that he was there. We started to walk along the road. The smell of burning corpses lingered. If this undisciplined army gets out of the camp it would bury barrels of bullets into the civilians. The thorns pricking our feet were painful; so were our hearts. Time was 9.00am. We must leave now in order to reach our location before lunchtime.

“If their camp was not there we would get there in five minutes”.

With Steiner binoculars hanging on his shoulder, Jeevan walked in the front.

“Where are the rest of your people?” “They have gone to the other side”.

He understood the language. How many items? Again he understood the signs of the hands. We must start our other preparations quickly and Jeevan squinted to observe the camp far away.

“If we finish early and complete the camouflage then there will be no problem. Let’s go this way, rather than get fired at like yesterday”.

The military’s security posts looked like tiny pyramids at a distance. The aerial stood tal and shone in the sun rays. I grited my teeth and told myself it is not too long.

We left the main road and walked over a bridge and stood in front of an open house. We crossed its fence and began walking along a footpath through the rice fields. Jam fruit bushes stood up to our waist and its cool green leaves helped to hide us. Would the enemy fire a 50mm calibre or would he shell? We jumped the rice fields and climbed on to Thunukkai road.

“Look here, can you see the burnt stuff?”

“Yes, yes, two or three months ago, army men were dropped off by helicopter and there was heavy fighting. This is where the dead bodies of the army were burnt after they were killed.”

“How did he drop the men without being seen?”

“We knew that if we blocked the helicopter from landing in this camp then he will drop the men somewhere behind the camp. One day, early in the morning, four helicopters dropped men exactly where we expected them to, in front of the Katkulam lake. There were only a few of our people there at that time. He started firing all around the forest, from the helicopter. There were about one hundred and fifty people. He immediately began breaking the defence. We sent out the standby group as well. Most of the army men made it to their camp. The eight dead bodies of the army were burnt here. It was only after this that he bombed all these areas and captured them.”

“Did he capture what we had?”

“Yes, yes. Since we did not have a strong camp and man power, he took the police station, eye hospital, community hall, church, temple, bank, post office, milk board, paddy warehouses and all.”

Even Che Guevara advised withdrawal when strength is diminished. If we did not withdraw we would have sustained heavy losses. We walked round the Thunukkai road bend and climbed in a line onto the Katkulam lake bank. The army antenna was still looking at us. The lake was fairly broad. There were no lilies in the lake. In places in the lake, tall trees grew in clumps. They had dropped the leaves and were bare. The dried leaves had collected along the edge of the lake. Water crows sat on the trees and looked around. The sluice gate of the lake looked rusted.

Something jumped into the water from a log.

“Look, a crocodile jumped in” he pointed to the back of the crocodile.

There are no lakes without crocodiles, we all agreed and walked on. Lots of tiny fishes played in the water overflowing from the tank. A white heron spread its wing and landed softly near the overflowing water. Fishes gathered under the shadow to avoid the sun.

“Goodness, what a lot of uncultivated paddy fields ” “People won’t come to cultivate. They are frightened.” “Would we have walked two kilometers?”

Jeevan laughed, “Probably one kilometer.”

The next lake bank was almost vertical. In front lay the vast Samiyar lake. Trees with large canopies leaned sideways giving good shade. The water was covered with tiny lilies. We waited there for a while. Here too, the trees standing in water were rotting. These same trees would have longed for water in the dry summer months. Now the water is about to completely engulf them. Soon the water will swallow up the trees and jump for joy. I looked at the trees feeling sorry for them.

The soft grass was a welcome change to our sore feet after walking over stones. Why are you crying feet? It is only a little bit more to go. The mind was frustrated with the feet. We pushed the bushes and walked. We could see destroyed and burnt out huts in the distance. We were not happy to see them but we were happy to have arrived. We started walking along a foot path.

This was a settlement next to the forest behind the police station. The people who lived in this settlement must have been land owning farmers. The houses were built either with mud walls or with bricks. The entire houses in the settlement were destroyed by shelling. We passed the wells and walked on a path belonging to one of the houses. Hibiscus was in full bloom on either side of the foot path. A jack fruit tree had broken. The walls on one side of the house were completely gone. It was in a bad state. There must have been children in the house. There were school books scattered everywhere. A Pilaiyar picture, with its frame broken, was on the ground.

We passed the hut and arrived at our post in front. On one side a trailer was standing with wooden planks. Poralis were carrying them from the trailer. I will never forget these moments. Time was 10.45am. Young poralis, without breakfast, were working hard carrying those heavy planks. I could observe that they were tired and hungry. In spite of this there was determination on their faces. Sometimes they will put the planks on the ground and look at each other.

“This weighs as heavy as a dead body! It feels like it will break our arms” said one of them and sat on a thick root and pressed his bruised hands.

I later learnt that his name is Kannan.

“Prasanth, I am feeling giddy. Bring some water”. He drank some water which put a smile on his face.

“We must finish this work today. Come on, quick. We must unload everything and send the tractor away. If helicopters come it will fire at it.”

The young porali who drank water walked past me carrying a wood plank together with Kannan. My hunger which I felt earlier left me now. We crept up quietly with our heads covered with Hessian sacks and observed the enemy camp.

“This security post of ours has not really been noticed yet. Be careful when you look. If he sees you then it will be hard to continue to work here” the young porali said as he gave us water.

“Not a problem boy” said Jeevan.

“What you see in front is the police station. There are four or five houses in front. There are several dummy posts too. That one made of wooden planks, he has hidden it with coconut palm leaves. There is a good post at the water tower. There are more people in this corner building”.

“What is that on the other side of the road?”

“That is the last post. It is on the road side. You know annai, at night in this building they will be singing Baila songs. They are not at all alert” the young porali said.

He placed the wooden planks down and brushed the dust and dirt off him.

“Right. This side is Ok. Must complete the rest of the work. Let’s go to that side to the road post” he said.

Passed the smaler houses stood a bigger house. It was over the railway line along the road. I noticed only then that there were female poralis there.

“Are there girls at this post?”

“Oh, it was changed only a week ago”.

“You will be shot if you go that way” one female porali warned us pointing towards the army camp.

We looked over the fence. The army security post on the hill looked strong. We ran to avoid detection as we reached our road security post. This is a very important post. If he is going to advance he will use this path. The bombers will also target this post. It stood strong across the road under the command of female poralis who stayed ready to meet any land attack. They looked confident with their RPG 30 Calibre rifles.

We looked at the other security posts and at 1 .45pm we turned back towards our main camp.

“This evening we will go and look at the posts under Seraman and Sathyaraj. They are very close by.” said Jeevan.

After having breakfast at lunchtime, we started off to the temple security posts. We walked through a narrow lane. On both sides paddy fields and vegetable fields spread far. The uncultivated paddy fields were overgrown with weeds. In the vegetable plots there was an occasional pumpkin creeper and some rotten banana trees but everything else was overgrown with weeds. There were huge spreads of mango orchards. All kinds of mangoes were in fruit. We stepped into a mango orchard and picked some. Eating them we walked on. The sun was hot.

“We need to setup two posts on this side. Let us look for a good location” I said.

We left the narrow lane and walked through the yards of the houses. I managed to cope because I got hold of another pair of rubber sandals. We crossed a palmyrah estate and we could see our post on the other side. With the porali at the security post we started to view each of our posts.

“This is the post furthest from the army. It has a wide open space in front so we have pulled it back.” said Jeevan.

“Only from this post one can see the road side of the temple and the buildings on the Mulaithivu road” Jeevan was looking as said this.

“Yes, is it a Pilaiyar temple? Can see that clearly too. Looks like the posts are setup tighter on this side. Enemy has setup posts on a long line. The supply trenches must be here too” I speculated.

“Yes this temple post is precious to the enemy. Therefore all the set ups will be here. From his post to here is open space. He would have laid mines all over it. The attack team that moves from this side will meet stiff resistance. Since there is the open space, his surveillance will be stronger on this side. One will have to face plenty of bullets. On top of that, landmines will be a big challenge. Over and above all this, the aerial attacks also will most like be entirely on this side. There is a high chance for heavy losses” said Jeevan.

Yet, if we are to capture the camp, we must destroy the two main enemy camps at the temple and the inn adjoining it. Only then we can stop his supply by air and put him in a state of siege. We must capture this place at any cost to porali lives. This, I thought, will be the deciding factor. I decided that the cannon must play an important role. The Laxapana electricity cable towers passed us and went through the enemy area and disappeared into tiny spots in the distance.

“The enemy is stationed for the length of seven or eight towers” Jeevan said.

We crossed, bending very low, to the security post across the road. He could snipe. See the piece of Hessian sack; how many holes; it now looked like a sieve. The temple post was very visible. Everyone stretched to look. After everyone else, I climbed up to look.

“Woing….”, a bullet whizzed past 20cms above my head. Like a tortoise puling its head into its shell, I pulled my head and climbed down. Without me realizing, my hand felt the top of my head.

“He could have given you a big bindi through your forehead. You just escaped” said Jeevan laughing.

We told the voice from the walkie talkie that we were fine. We ran on the straight road all the while bending low. About sixty men were filing sandbags and digging bunkers.

“Who are these people?”

“They come to help from different villages. Fifty of them come everyday. These men are from the village of Muththaiyankaddu”.

The men were busy working. I could here the commands and questions.

“Markandu, hold the sack”.

“Put another bag; I can carry.”

“Is this width enough or should it be widened?” “Bring the mammoty here”.

Enthusiastic voices continued to be heard. They were not paying atention to the firing noises. An old man just finished digging the trench, shook the dirt off his sarong and came and sat next to me on the road side.

“Iya, what are you doing in Muththaiyankaddu?” I asked him.

“Thambi, I am a retired school teacher. I was the Headmaster of Mulivaikal school. After I retired, I came to Muththaiyankaddu for the peace and quiet. It is a good place. Weather is good. Hospital is nearby. I bought the house five years ago. So I am Ok”.

I gave him the water can and he took two gulps of water and returned the can with a thank you. I was wondering how to start the conversation.

“Iya, how many children do you have?”

“I had two children. Eldest was studying Engineering at Moratuwa University. When he was studying his third year of the course he came for the holidays. They forced him to get off at Mathawatchi and chopped him to death. Bloody filthy crowd. My daughter is studying BSc at Jaffna University.”

“So you have seen the true nature of the enemy.”

“Is there any Tamil who has not? Theirs is a group born to destroy Tamils. Then the Indian army came and burnt down all we possessed. Just another set of rogues. We can’t live in peace as long as they are here” lamented the old man. Then he asked “What is going to happen in the coming Maveerar Day. Do you think they will try to disrupt it?”

I smiled saying “Even if he tries we are not going to let him.”

“I have not been to Colombo recently. You should see their arrogance during ‘83, ‘84 times. They treated Tamils like toys to do what ever they like with. They will force us, young and old, to get off the bus and walk, threaten us, and insult us. Sometimes they will spit on us. They will stop the bus in the middle of the forest and leave us there. All the Sinhalese in the bus will be laughing at us. It was a disgusting life for the Tamils. Now they will know the capability of the Tamils”.

“Iya, I will take leave from you now”.

“If you come my way, drop in at my home”.

As I walked away I turned back to look and saw the old man picking up his mammoty and walking away. Perhaps there is no Tamil heart that is not crushed by the enemy. The moonlight had spread and I realized that the time was 8.1 5pm and the moon had begun to disappear.

Since all the targets surrounding the enemy camp had been well selected, we prepared to go several kilometers away from Mankulam the next morning. The vehicle sped tearing through the wind.

“This is the old Kokavil camp. We attacked it as soon as the present clashes began. About one hundred army men would have died here. Did you watch the video?” I asked.

“Parts of it are not clear” Salam said and kept turning to look at the camp till it disappeared.

“How many days did the attack last?” “Only two days”.

“On the day the attack started, the army in the camp stopped a bus, stole from the passengers and beat them before they let them go. In the ‘84, ‘85 periods their unruly conduct was at its peak. They built the camp saying that it is to protect the TV tower of the State Television. There, that is the junction. Bus drivers, truck drivers, everyone was frightened to pass through it. The army will climb up the trees and wait”.

It was only a few days since this piece of land was retaken from the occupier. The occupier’s destructive traces are still hot. The enemy camp was still burning. Now we can roam free. No one will ask why we are going at this time or that. Or who are we and so on. The breeze carried the names of the Maveerar giving us fresh confidence.

“You know when the enemy was here, he would force the passengers to get off and back on at Mulaithivu, Oddusuddan, Kokkavil, Kilinochchi, Elephant Pass, and Navatkuli. Passengers will be exhausted. We have started to clear away the army occupation little by little” I told Salam and Ithayan and we laughed.

5. Battle preparations

13 November 1990

The vehicle had a flat tire after passing Kilinochchi. We changed our tyre and proceeded. After a long drive we stopped inside a mango orchard for a break. We proceeded from there on a tractor-trailer and continued our journey through a sandy lane. The lane was in a very bad state. Huge pot holes and water puddles churned us inside out. At one spot, a forty foot wide river rushed across the lane. The tractor sprayed mud and water over us. We hugged our rifles close, protecting it inside our shirt. After the tractor crossed the water rushing across the lane, we came across an open space to our left. It had a few palmyrah trees, and other trees as well as some other bushes. At the end of that open space people could be seen like little spots. We sped towards them after identifying ourselves to them.

“Buddy, park the tractor under that tree where it cannot be seen from the air. Helicopters were flying, and if the enemy sees us, we will be asking for trouble”.

There were several people there including David annai, Darwin, and Cheran who had left us earlier.

“Look! Our uncle”. I ran and embraced him.

These are poralis who were with us during special training. We were together in the battle for Jaffna Fort. We then left for the Mulaithivu camp attack and we are on our way back. They had completed the Fort battle and had arrived here.

“What is this? You have made pouches in blue and have a rifle on your waist”. I teased one of the porali.

“Bhanu annai gave it to me when the battle for Fort was completed” said Ranjan.

“If you told me that you don’t have green material for pouches I would have sent you some” I joked.

“You don’t have to give me any”. Ranjan punched my back softly.

He had gained a little weight. He had also turned a little darker. Everyone’s hair looked like bird’s nest.

“We don’t have time”, this is Varman.

He grew up in Colombo and was working when he went back to Jaffna. He is short and lighter skinned. Usually he would wear his hair very short and neat. Now it is like a basket.

“Yelsin, you look sad” I teased the one who was half asleep. “Nothing, I just feel very sleepy”.

This boy can sleep! He and Varman will compete with each for the title of the king sleeper. In the morning, after the wake up call, they will be sleeping. Warnings are issued at 7.00am, 8.00am, and 8.30am and then they will be given a bucket of cold water in bed before they eventually get up. Both will get the cold water at least twice a week.

I pointed to Victor, “How is Sir today?”

Victor approached us smiling. His curly sideburns had grown and turned into a beard. Glasses covered his eyes and overgrown hair covered his forehead. He too had put on some weight.

“Are you talking about me?”

“I was just asking if you still get a beating from Roy annai”

He gave me a punch in the stomach and I let out a fake cry of pain.

We talked about every porali mutually known to us in the group. There were many new faces too. I suddenly remembered the one we had nicknamed Number-40. He was thus nicknamed because once he had applied Number-40 engine oil to his hair and body thinking it was sesame oil. He was there too.

All the Poovarasu trees had grown bushy and green with the rain. Yet, the midday sun was making everything burning hot. On one side the poralis were checking the cannons. We were constantly communicating over the walkie-talkie.

By the time the testing was completed it was 5.30pm.

“Quickly, put up two posts here to use as target practice” Siraj annai told us. Two posts were setup with a hundred and twenty five sandbags by 6.00pm.

Siraj annai started giving orders, as the video cameras whizzed. “Who is that standing in sarong? Get down NOW” he yelled.

Before he finished Varman joined. “Idiot get down” he called and pulled the man down.

As Varman raised his voice to scold the man, Siraj annai started to laugh. “Is that Varathan? He never listens”.

Varathan came down embarrassed, holding on to his sarong. Siraj annai smiled and everyone applauded, all the while the video cameras whizzing.

Our weapons were adjusted towards the fake security posts. They were blown to pieces. In the darkness the sounds of artillery boomed and looked like lightening flashes. The pieces flew for several hundred meters in all directions.

“Dangerous stuff. Look at all the holes it has dug”.

“The attack on the Jaffna Fort was like this. They dropped everything and ran when we started firing. They were really frightened. Later they stayed inside little caves wearing helmets and just cooked and ate”. Ranjan and Varman described the Fort attack together.

“Have you looked inside the Fort?” “Oh yes, we looked two or three times”.

“So it is only us who have not seen it. If I survive this attack, I will definitely go there” I said.

It was very dark now. Because two of our vehicles were stuck in the mud, some of us had to spend the night in the open space. Food came at 8.30pm. Ranjan, Varman, Karate-master, Alahu, and I opened the parcels and shared the food.

“Master, there are five of us, but there are only two Hessian sacks to sleep on” someone complained.

There was a fake quarrel for the sacks. In the end all five of us lay down on the two sacks, straight, like logs without pillows.

The sky spread out above with a scattering of stars. A few night birds flew by. The night wind chilled the body. I rolled down my folded shirt sleeves and tried to sleep.

“Ou…My legs are numb with cold”. This was the Master. “Yes, yes, it is cold, what can we do?” asked Alahu.

“Is the poor boy feeling cold? Take a shovel and dig a hole. I will bury you and leave your head above; that will keep you warm” said Master, attempting in his usual style to turn hardships into jokes.

“You know that if you belong to the movement you must endure hardships. You must put up with the cold, you must stand in water for hours on end and sometimes you must go hungry for two or three days. Did you think you could sleep on a mattress under a blanket and drink coffee in bed?”

I laughed and could see that Alahu felt embarrassed.

Master was talking about the sap from the creeper called Thilai. He was telling
 us that it could burn the skin. That was the last words I heard before I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

14 November.

When we woke up, the early morning dew had settled on all of us. The mist was thick and, beyond a few meters, you could barely see. We all got up shivering. Then the morning rays relieved the cold body and the dew soon began to disappear.

“No tooth paste, no tooth brush, all of you just come to the river bank to finish the morning chores” ordered Master.

We finished the morning chores in the river and warmed ourselves with black tea made from the same river water. By 10.30am we completed all the testing and started to leave the open space as a crowd. Ranjan, Varman, Ithayan, Alahu and the rest of us made a team of seven and we began our planning.

“You go and get Master’s rifle” we urged Alahu. “Master, give me the rifle, I will hold it”. Master looked at him suspiciously.

“You said your shoulders were aching. Why don’t you give it to me to keep?”

Alahu repeated our suggestion like a parrot. Master looked at Alahu, surprised, unable to believe that his student could care so much about him.

“I do not want to deny your wish. After all, is it not the very last wish?!! When you return, it is sure to be in a coffin. I will be the one announcing at the funeral parade”.

After saying this Master began humming a sorrowful tune and then began announcing, in the usual LTTE style, the death of Alahu in the battle of Mankulam.

“Master, come let us sit in the trailer” I said and winked at the others unnoticed by Master.

“Master, you look very hot” I said when we all sat in the trailer.

“It was all that sleeping last night, out under the cold dew”, said Master and continued to spin a yarn in his usual manner.

“Once upon a time there was a king. He wanted to go hunting. He asked his minister whether it will rain on that day. The minister said it is a good day to go hunting. On his way to the jungle the king met a man on the donkey. The man paid his homage to the king and then begged the king that he should not go hunting because it was going to rain. The king ignored him and proceeded”.

At this point Master bumped Alahu’s head and then said “Oh, it is you. I thought it is the man on the donkey”.

Alahu patiently promised to himself that Master’s turn is coming up soon. Master continued with his story.

“The king was soaked in rain. The king was outraged. He returned to the palace and even before he changed into dry clothes ordered his guards to bring the man on the donkey. When the king interrogated the man on the donkey, the man said that he did not know about the rain but it was the donkey that knew about the rain. The king then ordered his men - ”

At this point Master fell from the trailer into a pool of water on the street. He struggled for a second and then got up and began chasing the tractor. He slipped and fell three times.

We stopped the tractor a bit further away and queried, “Did you fall off the trailer Master?”

“This idiot pushed me! You too, I think!” He began casting suspicions on all of us.

I rejected the accusation outright saying he too is a member of our Special Task Force and gave him a hand to get back on the trailer.

We carried out several such “operations” that we have under our sleeves. This was our first “operation” after not being together for many months.

***

Our units completed the training by 6.30pm and began moving towards Mankulam. The seven of us got into the same tractor-trailer. Ithayan had joined us now. This time Master was watchful.

“These fools push people off moving tractors and no doubt think it is funny when someone breaks a bone”.

“Will Alahu and Varathan put scorpions in our shirts?” Varman dragged the two into the conversation. The vehicle sped.

The night was just beginning; the moon was not visible yet. The starts have gathered in groups looking for the moon in their twinkling light. Clouds cut across frequently.

The destroyed Paranthan homes and school was still visible through the darkness. Once, people lived in this town in contentment. Today, only the occasional oil lamp lights come from tiny huts. The colourful city lights were all gone. The town was silent and sad. Why is this the fate for the cities in the Tamil homeland? We will create a sweet new life for them.

“Did you see the state of the town and the school? What harm did they do to him? He just wanted to destroy our places”

For the first time I saw the anger inside Master. I realized there was a volcano burning inside his heart. Poralis look happy and fun loving on the surface. But inside every porali is a burning volcano. A porali is like a cool river with burning volcano underneath.

When a porali is engaged in battle with the enemy, his love for his homeland bursts out like a volcano. Even the enemy is struck with admiration. One Indian military chief, who had to deal with us on a military matter, later commented, “We estimated the man power of the LTTE but we failed to estimate their mental and spiritual strength. For that failure we are now paying”. The entire world has now evaluated the Tigers along similar lines.

“Buddy, go slow near the Killinochchi camp. We can take a look” I shouted to Salam.

“This is the old camp. They were chased out only two or three months ago. This tal building housed a police station. Army also occupied part of this building. There is a small lake behind it. This side of the lake was occupied by him.”

“Did he not destroy any of the buildings?” asked Master.

“You will soon see the buildings. He destroyed all the shops and stole all the stock.”

The buildings were in a very bad state. Many were blackened; the result of the buildings set alight.

“Over there was the hospital”. A huge building complex stood completely destroyed.

“This is the warehouse for paddy. The enemy used this building too. They used to bring the local boys here. Some of the boys have told me what they did to them. What they did is unspeakable. Many boys have died here. Many of the boys were only able to move by crawling because their limbs were broken. It is common to hear women screaming. Later, the bodies are dragged to the vehicle; taken to the forest; and burnt” I went on repeating what my friends, who were first hand witness, told me. “One day …”

“Stop…. I can’t listen to it anymore” A hand shook me forcing me to stop. I sensed the anger and the conviction in those hands.

“Buddy, two of my very close friends disappeared like this. Not even their ashes were given to their family. These are cowards who show their bravery by atacking innocent unarmed people”.

Two warm tear drops fell on my arms. I looked up at the sky. The moon had begun to climb. Master stared in the direction of an elephant trumpeting. The barrel of the AK-47 resting on the knee and held firmly in the hand could be seen moving with the sway of the vehicle. This was a day in our life when we were all touched by strong emotions.

Some of our units stopped at Mankulam. Three units needed to move to the other side of the Mankulam camp. To reach a location just forty meters away we travelled nearly forty kilometres. Around 1 .00am we woke up by a tea shop in Oddusuddan and had tea. Each of us drank large mugs of tea. Hunger and the cold made our journey hard.

After tea our journey continued towards Kanagarayankulam. We all started to doze off. Each of us leaned on the person next to us, all the while trying to sleep sitting up right. The regular shaking of the tractor frequently woke us and we yelled at Salam in unison. Salam just laughed as he continued his driving. He too dozed off sometimes, while driving but his driving did not alow us to sleep for five minutes undisturbed.

Thick forests ran on either side as we drove. The moon was above our heads now. We all woke up as the tractor came to a sudden stop.

“Buddy, look there. What a huge snake!”

We all looked. In the tractors’ headlight, a brown coloured thing was shining. It was at least fifteen centimetres in diameter and six meters long.

“Is it a python?” queried Master.

On the urging of everyone Salam drove the tractor wheel over the python’s head. Suddenly everyone in the trailer screamed. The six meter python has swung its tail and hit the trailer. The python continued to hit the trailer several times. We all peered over the side of the tractor to look at the python. A bloodied, white rabbit came out of the python’s mouth. A few baby rabbits scurried away, probably looking for their mother. The python set its teeth on the tire of the tractor and froze. The baby rabbits continued to search for their mother.

The struggle of life goes on everywhere. Loss too occurs everywhere. That day the cow’s calf was taken by a crocodile. Mongoose kills a peacock. Peacock rips a snake. The alkaddi, that warns everyone, also loses its eggs to something in the fields. Mother rabbit is swallowed by python and baby rabbits search for their mother. This is the struggle for food among all living things.

Human are different. Of course he has to show that he is above all the other living things. Human kill their own kind, not for food, but to dominate. To wipe out those who kill to dominate is a far greater deed than to kill a crocodile or a python. The one who kills those who kill to dominate, and thus gives protection to the innocent, is an enlightened soul.

6. The battle is on

15 November 1990

Around 5.10 am, while the fog was still hanging, we hurriedly parked the tractor among the tal bushes and walked towards a hut to wash our faces. The darkness melted but the fog stayed on. On the left side of the road, set slightly further back, was another little hut.

“There is no point calling from outside the gate, let’s go inside” suggested Ranjan.

We removed the sticks blocking the gate’s entrance and began walking into the yard.

On both sides of the footpath, yellow and red flowers were in full bloom. The marigold flowers must have opened recently. The petals were moist and smooth. A large neem tree in the corner gave plenty of shade. A tiny shrine stood at the base of the tree.

“Amma, can we wash our faces in your well?” “Yes, come this way”.

“Take some toothpaste and go and wash”, the amma said. Near the well the vegetable plot was lush and green. The vegetable plants struggled under the weight of their produce.

“How do you water these plants amma? Kerosene for the water pump is expensive, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Who needs kerosene? We can water with the thula. Our son will help with this. It takes may be two hours”.

Her son, standing near by, was only nine years old. I thought to myself that in Jaffna it is so very different. The children there would still be in bed or would have gone to tuition classes.

Today we depend so much on the food ships and trucks bringing foreign food to us. When will our own self sufficient economy that was destroyed by colonialism sprout again. Our economy will only grow when our people become aware of what has been done to us.

“Thambi, all of you, come and have tea”. “No, no we will drink here”.

“No no, it is Ok, come in and have tea”.

The cups in which tea was given were modest, but the tea itself, with fresh cow milk, tasted superb. We were all energized.

We said goodbye and went to the road. We walked along the road and found a log to sit on. A monkey sat on a tree across the road and stared.

“Look at my grandpa” said Master and threw a stone at it and it jumped off.

We ate the bread and plantains brought to us by Mani annai and discussed our need for sleep.

“Where will you be at noon?” Mani annai asked.

“We will eat and sleep. We will not be going anywhere” we said.

“I am leaving now. There are buns and biscuits in the tin”. “Ok annai, see you”.

As soon as Mani annai’s head disappeared everyone jumped for the bag.

“Leave it boys. I will distribute” said Master and he did.

The breeze was wonderful. We could sleep well. We tidied the ground, removing the leaves and spread sacks and lay down. In the afternoon we went for a walk through the paddy fields. We reached a mango orchard and a Lankan Government office with no soul to be seen anywhere. We picked a variety of mangoes and sat down by a water canal and started to eat. Two peacocks in the fields ran away when one among us stood up shouted.

We started off at night and arrived at the Mankulam camp early in the morning and stayed there quietly. From now on, it was of absolute importance that we maintain secrecy. Even if our own people saw us it was possible that military could be alerted and our plans would be destroyed. For this reason we strengthened the security lines around us. We stayed where we were until the next day then we walked towards the camp to do some preparatory work.

On 16th morning at 9.00am we arrived at our security posts. We sent off Varman to his post on the other side of the camp.

“Master look, let us stay in this house” I said.

We went inside the house which was the same house with the outer walls destroyed that I saw when I came here the first time.

“Master, it is your job to control the boys. They will not folow my orders” I said.

“Don’t try to trick me again”.

“I promise.” and I proceeded to put my hands on his head to gesture that the promise is real.

He stopped my hand saying, “Ok, Ok, go away. I will control the boys. The boys will not obey you for such is your ugly face”.

“Ok, I will go to my post”.

I jumped over the barrier. I sopped to chat to the other poralis at the security posts, and returned to the house. Master and Alahu were tidying the house.

“Alahu buddy, when did you come?”

“This prince arrived just now. The idiot got into the wrong tractor went off to the other side of the camp” Master laughed aloud. “Hey! It was you who pushed me into the water wasn’t it?”

I read the situation quickly and realized I will be given a cold shower if I went near him. I invited them into the house while standing far away from them and then I went inside and sat on the verandah.

Master called “Alahu, can you go in and get the biscuits…”

Before he could finish, I rushed in to beat Alahu to the biscuits. As I opened the door, a bucket of water tied to the door tipped and drenched me.

Master’s and Alahu’s laughter was loud and could be heard as I walked towards the well with a defeated smile.

When we all lay down for a rest, Master asked me to tell him about another porali we knew, Kannan, and how he died.

Kannan was driving the tractor. He was too sleepy and was dozing off. I kept tapping him to wake him up. He yelled at me for constantly tapping him. After a while, the tractors course changed and it felt like we were going over a log. I couldn’t see Kannan in front. I stopped the tractor, got off and saw that the log was actualy Kannan. The tractor had climbed over his chest.

I fell asleep thinking about Kannan. He was a good weapon maker. He joined the movement despite being the son of a big businessman and having the privilege that went with it.

22 November.

22nd arrived as we laughed, joked and worked. The morning was not that cold. Sun was up early too. Birds were busy singing and hopping about the trees. Peacocks came down from tree tops to the fields. They pecked the grains on the ground.

Parrots in big flocks landed on the densely grown fruit creepers. Monkeys sat on trees and watched us intently.

The gentle breeze embraced us all. unwilling to leave the poralis the breeze banged its head on the walls of the security posts. The clouds rushed by after shedding some tears and wiping their eyes. That sweet morning was bidding farewel to the poralis. Birds sang mournfuly and left. A cock could be heard far away. We sat together for a cup of tea and began our preparations.

Master came and sat by me.

“What is it Master? What is that look about?”

“I just wanted to have a good look at you before letting you go”.

“You bastard” I started to chase him. We had lunch under the tree together.

The usual hot rays of the sun spread its calm heat on us. The Poovarasu trees that droop in the heat were standing upright. The breeze surrounded the poralis and brought down the flower petals from the Poovarasu. The hut was cool and cosy. Even the crows crowed more pleasantly inviting their kin.

“If the crow crows while flying a leter will arrive. If it crows while walking a visitor will arrive” said Master.

“What if it sits down and crows?” I asked. “Artilery shells will arrive” he said.

We hurried to our meeting.

A large group of poralis were sitting in rows. Their hands were firmly holding various types of weapons. Their faces were bright, intent and showed conviction.

On one side female poralis stood. They are the burning lights sprouting from a male dominated society. They are the historic steps.

A lieutenant in the front expressed his view on the Mankulam camp thus.

“This camp was setup in 1971 to suppress the uprising among the Sinhala youth. It was again re-established in 1978 and it has remained a huge hurdle for our movement. It has been a source of disruption to normalcy in people’s lives. It is a cruel camp which is a threat to our environment. We have already atempted to attack this camp once but that was not a complete success. We must make up for the shortcomings in that attack.”

Our discussion continued on to many more topics and was completed at 4.30pm. We returned to our posts and immersed ourselves in getting to ready. Around 5.00pm two Y-12 planes flew from south.

“Buddy, do you think he is alerted?” asked Master, holding firmly to his weapons.

“Let us wait and see. They may be coming to drop off food” I consoled him.

The two planes separated and started flying in big circles.

“Master, get the boys to transfer the shells into the bunker” I said.

I could see him rushing off. Ithayan with walkie-talkie in hand could be seen nearby. Darwin was walking away with Master. Ranjan was squatting
 under a tree.

“Did he drop something?” Ranjan queried. “Oh, he has dropped it”.

As all three of us watched, it came down with a hissing noise and hit the ground with a thud far away from the camp. Perhaps near the school.

“It is the thing. It is all going awry” Master stood aside near a tree and said.

The other plane cut in and made a smaller circle.

“It’s a bomb, look, it is coming down like a shuttlecock. All take cover!” As Ithayan said this we could see it going past us and we straightened.

Following the loud noise of the exploding bombs there was non-stop gun fire from the army camp.

“Do you think he has been alerted?” asked someone in a state of shock. As he said this one bullet hit a tree nearby.

“Is there a problem?” the leader asked through the walkie-talkie.

“No problem” said another voice in the walkie-talkie.

Another plane circled round and round and dropped four parcels. One fell behind me. The next one was dropped in front of us just opposite the previous one.

“Buddy, this one is near us, all take cover!” I shouted and everyone scrambled to take cover.

It came down with a loud hissing noise and exploded with frightening sound. The sand on the side of the bunker fell off for the shock.

We all came out brushing the sand from our heads. The small hut where we were staying had disappeared without a trace. Near where it was, there was a huge hole on the earth. The planes had disappeared at a distance. We could now hear a howl of pain. We all walked towards it. The dog that we fed for the last four days, less one leg and with a big wound, was lying on the ground.

“Master, look at our dog” said Alahu.

“The poor fool. Now, now, don’t start playing dog owner, go on and do your work”.

It looked at us patheticaly.

“Ok, come and bring all the shells out”.

Time was 6.05 pm. Sun was turning red on the western sky. The sky, the clouds, and everything else in the sky were brushed with patches of red. Perhaps they were mourning the blood that was about to flow. Birds were hurrying back to their nests. The flapping of their wings conveyed sadness. Animals howled. Among all the sounds the howl of the dog gradually pervaded everywhere and everything and then eventually
 died down.

A lonely lost heron flew past. Flocks of bats flew in patches. My heart was shaken by the sad songs of two alkaddi that circled us, then the enemy camp, and then flew away. The sun was now buried into the earth. The clouds too had run away.

Time was 6.35pm.

“Buddy, is everything setup Ok? Come over here. The shells and rounds will soon be flying and you are standing there without any cover. Be careful”, I warned those standing around.

The mouth of the cannon, camouflaged behind tree branches was aimed at the police station.

Time was 6.56

“Who is coming?” I said sharply.

“It is me, Master” came the reply and he took a pair of pliers and ran back.

Time was 6.58pm.

“Ranjan, is everything Ok?” I wiped my face with the back of my hand. The walkie-talkie started and shone a red light.

Time was 7.00pm.

“Ok, go” the leader ordered and the firing noise of the projectiles shook the enemy camp before the guns there started to operate. The entire earth appeared to be shaking.

Noise from the camp was loud. It was the dying cry of the enemy. Enemy fire began to arrive everywhere. We faced the heaviest fire because we were very close to the enemy camp. The bullets hit the tree trunks and branches and exploded.

All types of bullets, some of them very powerful, were all coming our way. Some of them passed between our legs. Yet, in the life or death battle, we sent a constant barrage of bullets and the confused enemy fired in the wrong direction. Bullets went over the trees and even towards the sky.

“Look, from that post in the shop he is firing 30 calibre”.

Shells leaving that post in other directions could be seen. The shop had caught fire from our attack. The ammunitions inside the shop had started to explode.

Every second, we received commands through the walkie-talkie about the mode and location for our attack. We followed the orders. Gradually, the number of poralis began to diminish as they were wounded and removed from the battle ground. Those of us remaining continued with our attack. Suddenly there were bullets coming straight down and they hit the trees. Only then we saw the two helicopters. They started firing into our positions.

5” shells, RPG shells and many guns started firing towards us. We decided to take the plunge and attacked one target from three angles simultaneously. Our target, the police station, colapsed under our fire.

We would have faced many losses if we had not adopted this strategy. Suddenly there were two huge bangs and I felt my ear drums almost bursting. I felt the blood oozing from my leg. It was a minor injury. Only later I realized that it was an aerial bombing raid by the enemy.

We continued with our fast attack when another bomber came down. Our 50 calibres were aimed at it and started to spit shells. The bomber rose up and backed away. Amidst the noise of the 50 calibre fire we heard the cries of pain. There was a problem at Cheran’s post. I ordered the others to continue the attack and I ran to Cheran’s post. Four young poralis were lying in a pool of blood. Master also arrived from the next post.

“Take the boys away from there. He will hit again at that range”.

Carrying the young poralis we moved back. Soon the boom was heard again.

“Is there a problem Master?”

“No, no it is just a bruised hand. Walk fast”.

We had informed the medics via walkie talkie before we handed the four young poralis over. The medical poralis started first aid without delay. One of the four young poralis, injured in the stomach was lying in my arms. He grabbed my hand and tightened his grip. It felt as if he was using every bit of life left in him to tighten the grip. His voice too came out using all the energy left in him.

“Buddy, invade the camp, kill them all, and grab every bit of equipment that you can”.

His young life dissolved with the breeze and entered my heart and filed the space around.

His grip loosened. A star fell down leaving its silvery line. The last words of the young porali echoed in my ears among all the outside noises. We hurried back to the battle ground. The bushes and the forest trees were burning, hit by the shells and bombs. The shells and bombs continued to fall as we rushed back to our locations.

It was 10.15pm.

I briefed everyone about what had happened and readied the cannons. I started to monitor our target. Two shells from the enemy flew past us and exploded. Following the order from our leader we aimed and our shells flew in the direction of the enemy.

“Buddy, it missed. Before he comes out of the bunker we should fire again”.

Next time, our shell hit the target and we could see the building crashing down. We sent an occasional “light bomb” to identify our targets and continued with our attack.

The next shell from the enemy hit a tree and Darwin’s thighs began to bleed. I took out the coton from the field compress in my pocket and applied a pressure bandage. The blood oozed through the bandage.

“It is ok buddy. Set up the next one” said Darwin.

“Are you mad? You have shrapnel inside your thigh. You can’t stay here with blood pouring out like this.” I got mad but he was adamant that he would stay on.

The war mongers who are occupying our land are mercenaries working for wages. During battles, if their life is threatened, they hide somewhere and indiscriminately open fire. They will back out of battle with the slightest injury. Our poralis are very different. They dedicate their life and body on the battle field. They value a free homeland more than their life. They never back away from a battle. They refuse to leave the battle ground even if they are badly injured. They leave only as lifeless bodies or they are removed by others when they loose the ability to function. This is the quality of our poralis. It is this quality that paves the way for victories against the arrogant confidence of the occupier.

We continued with our attack. We had damaged their long distance communication system and as a result one of their helicopters fired into their camp. We stayed where we were facing stiff attacks from the air and the enemy camp.

A plane began to circle overhead. We took cover immediately. A bomb fell just fifty meters away and a huge parlai tree was broken to pieces. The pieces from the tree hit us and bruised our skin. Our attack came to a completion when we took aim at the bank building.

Time 11 .59pm. The cannons boomed for the final fire, shook the camp and went quiet.

23 November

12 midnight. Their hands firmly holding their weapons, our poralis started to crawl through the darkness. The night bid goodbye to them silently. Only the helicopters in the sky broke the darkness.

The grass gently stroked the crawling bodies. The grass bent over trying to make the path soft. There was no moonlight. The clouds hid the stars to keep the darkness as we crawled past the open paddy fields. With the enemy stunned by our fire we crawled forward to destroy the enemy completely and recover our land.

It was the enemy fire that started first, thus launching the face to face attacks. The fire from the enemy camp intensified as our poralis, sculptures of the future, crawled on with no cover. Finaly our guns began to show the enemy the truth. Enemy fire began falling in the open plain like rain drops. Helicopters too, began their hunt for their prey in the paddy fields.

Helicopters were spiting 50 calibres non-stop. Our fire from ground chased them back up to the clouds. Our brave poralis began to float in river of blood. Tiger soldiers jumped over enemy bodies to meet more of them. The enemy camp fell apart from our RPG fire and the mercenary force started to run away.

I turned the walkie-talkie on and our leaders’ orders came non-stop. Jegan annai and Vathanan annai were constantly being called over the walkie-talkie among the regular orders being issued. Soon Thileepan annai’s and Gopu’s names were also called on the walkie-talkie several times. Their connection was broken. They were moving forward to capture the camp at the nun’s hostel. I though something must be wrong. It is very unusual for all the leaders of the four divisions moving towards a target to be cut off.

Yet, a little later, another voice said that they have captured some of the positions near that same hostel. Our leader congratulated them and promised to send reinforcements. I was able to workout that a battle was going on near the temple and our poralis were getting closer. Injured poralis began to arrive from the division that approached the police station. I went behind along the railway track. Bullets were shooting. I heard the groan of an injured porali. One porali injured in the stomach was lying unable to move. I supported him over my shoulders and brought him with me. I could see bullets hitting the track in a line.

I sent my hands around the porali’s neck looking for his cyanide capsule. It is the practice in LTTE to remove the cyanide capsule from an injured porali’s neck to prevent them from biting the capsule while suffering in pain. He grabbed my hand very tight.

“I am not going to die quickly without chasing away those bastards. If I can’t today, I will come back tomorrow”.

He said this gritting his teeth in anger. He did not appear to be someone crying for the pain in his body. His thoughts were entirely on the battle ground. He fainted while he continued to grip my hands.

“Leave the rifle on safety” he told me.

I changed the lever on the rifle and handed it to another porali and went in fast. Shells past me by very close as I crouched and ran towards the gunfire of our division.

“Buddy, there is no one to carry them, hurry and take them” ordered a porali.

I hung the rifle again on my shoulder and moved crouched towards the house that stationed the enemy. Two poralis lay there having lost a lot of blood. There was no bandaging material at hand. Where can one go looking for bandage when shells are constantly whizzing past. I took off my Tiger striped shirt and cut it with a knife. I tied a bandage around the wounded stomach of one porali. His breathing was slowing down. The other porali had an apple sized hole in his thigh. I wrapped that too.

I supported both poralis on both my shoulders and hiding behind any available cover I started moving back.

The one injured in the stomach kept trying to shout. “Give one buddy and keep on moving inside”

But his shouting came out soft in a pained voice. His hand folded over the rifle sling making it impossible to remove it from him. His voice slowly got softer. I could now see a figure coming towards us.

“Hand one over to me, it is hard to carry them both”.

“Master? I will carry them both. You go to the front and bring someone”.

“Leo. Take them to the medics in the bunker near the tree”. I could see him running fast.

I handed over the two injured poralis to the medics for treatment. As I turned to go, I could see medical poralis in large numbers.

“No problem now. Bring any injured porali here immediately”, said one in the front as he ran and the others followed him.

I waited near the tree for Master. The battle was intense.

I could work out from the messages over the walkie-talkie that the enemy was being weakened and that our divisions were entering enemy posts.

“Master, come. If we go to the post at the road side, we can go down with the standby group. If not we can at least go to the supply group”.

Both of us moved fast. Shells were exploding near us.

“We can capture half the camp today. Guarding the captured area from aerial bombardments will be very difficult” Master said as he came towards me.

Continued...Part III