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When we talk about patriots, the first are the martyrs ...

When we talk about patriots, the first are the martyrs ...

There are people about whom it is never superfluous to talk and write, these are the Martyrs of LANÇ and the other Martyrs of the Homeland. The proverb "Better to die in flowers than to live in manure" fits the martyrs so well!

There is "death" and death

"You can die in bed, you can die like a thief, blessed is he who dies in the flames of shells, in the fire of war for a great ideal, for the homeland", said the People's Hero, Reshit Çollaku. And fought bravely giving his life! Such is the death of the martyrs. "Death as you leave me"! But manliness, bravery and wisdom live on even after the death of the martyrs! Martyrs have lived and live in the hearts of loved ones. This is not just a metaphor. They have grown in the eyes and hearts of their contemporaries and they imagine and remember the martyrs as they were: alive, smiling, beautiful, dignified, benevolent, noble! And what matters is that we are inspired by their patriotic work, by their human virtues. As for the younger generations, who were born later and could not recognize them, nor see them face to face, have them in their imagination. And both together, -imagination and imagination- bring the martyrs before our eyes: in the forehead, all longing, honored! "Eat friends, do not cry for me, do not cry for me, do not hold me, because I am not dying, I am alive, I do not give my soul with a star on my forehead"! The liberation of the country from foreign invaders was a great oath and a beautiful dream of the partisans, of these brave liberators of the homeland, but those who fell martyrs failed to see their dream come true. When the People's Hero, Mustafa Kaçaçi, learned that they were going to liberate Kruja, he was overjoyed and said: “I am happy that tonight, after 13 years, I will enter my hometown and I do not regret it at all "If I am to be killed, that is enough for this day to come." And he fought resolutely no matter how much he could be separated from life. The city of Kruja was being liberated. In those moments, Kaçaçi shouted loudly: "Forward friends"! In attack! Only the barracks are left. And his machine gun fired at the enemies. But a severely wounded Nazi nearby, who was dying, took revenge: he shot at the hero, whose last words he managed to say to his comrades were: "There is nothing wrong with me dying… Ta enjoy Albania ”! And he closed his eyes forever tij His dream "I am completely convinced that one day I will enjoy freedom", which expresses optimism, was realized on November 29, 1944 with the liberation of Albania. "There is nothing wrong with dying… Enjoy Albania"! And he closed his eyes forever tij His dream "I am completely convinced that one day I will enjoy freedom", which expresses optimism, was realized on November 29, 1944 with the liberation of Albania. "There is nothing wrong with me dying… Enjoy Albania"! And he closed his eyes forever tij His dream "I am completely convinced that one day I will enjoy freedom", which expresses optimism, was realized on November 29, 1944 with the liberation of Albania.

Palm and blood story

The history of LANÇ is written not with pen, but with bayonets. Not in the offices, but in the mountains. Not with paint, but with blood. Not with deception, but honestly and realistically. Not on paper, but on the rocks, where the warrior danced trembled, on every shore or on every hill, where the wind blew his forehead and the evening opened the beauties; where partisan song echoed and roamed the hills and streams, where victory began to smile, where the country reddened with the blood of martyrs; there under the moonlight, stories were written, in words about the mother, the great Albania! "A nation that does not forget its fallen sons in war never dies." Martyrs are present at family dinners, in popular assemblies, on stormy days, on quiet days and on holidays, always in the arms of the living, in life, in war and at work. And everywhere and always we are inspired by patriotism, bravery, determination, dedication, wisdom, nobility, justice, honesty, harmony, human love. Life has its waves, its waterfalls. But the life and work of the martyrs have a distinctive feature: unity and compactness, determination, patriotism, the struggle to overcome difficulties. Fighting for the liberation of the country, they sowed the great seed of freedom, the embryo of which grew in the hearts of patriotic Albanians. And the example was set by the ancients themselves, with their lives and blood. At the heart of the martyrs' heart lay the proud and invincible homeland. In their beautiful eyes was painted the blue sky of freedom, in the name of which they fell to never die: they remained forever Unquenchable Stars, Blood Stars! That is why reverence for martyrs remains a moral, patriotic, human and natural obligation! Over 28,000 LANÇ martyrs, one martyr for every square kilometer! Albania roses! The martyrs blushed with their pure blood. And the people remember you, honor you, around me, from base to base. Beautiful, cultural, diverse, praiseworthy activities take place on tombstones, memorial plaques, family war bases and more. Your patriotic name and work are kept alive. Veterans 'Organization, Martyrs' Families Organization is active. The martyrs forgave the homeland of the people the flower of youth. What more could they give? One martyr fell, dozens rose. Find them in the volumes of the series "Unsung Stars", published by the writer partisan Resul Bedo. In a volume of 527 partisans alone, there are 160 martyrs, of whom 18 are 17-year-old martyrs, who would now be over 93 years old. circle on circle, from base to base. Beautiful, cultural, diverse, praiseworthy activities take place on tombstones, memorial plaques, family war bases and more. Your patriotic name and work are kept alive. Veterans 'Organization, Martyrs' Families Organization is active. The martyrs forgave the homeland of the people the flower of youth. What more could they give? One martyr fell, dozens rose. Find them in the volumes of the series "Unsung Stars", published by the writer partisan Resul Bedo. In a volume of 527 partisans alone, there are 160 martyrs, of whom 18 are 17-year-old martyrs, who would now be over 93 years old. circle on circle, from base to base. Beautiful, cultural, diverse, praiseworthy activities take place on tombstones, memorial plaques, family war bases and more. Your patriotic name and work are kept alive. Veterans 'Organization, Martyrs' Families Organization is active. The martyrs forgave the homeland of the people the flower of youth. What more could they give? One martyr fell, dozens rose. Find them in the volumes of the series "Unsung Stars", published by the writer partisan Resul Bedo. In a volume of 527 partisans alone, there are 160 martyrs, of whom 18 are 17-year-old martyrs, who would now be over 93 years old. Your patriotic name and work are kept alive. Veterans 'Organization, Martyrs' Families Organization is active. The martyrs forgave the homeland of the people the flower of youth. What more could they give? One martyr fell, dozens rose. Find them in the volumes of the series "Unsung Stars", published by the writer partisan Resul Bedo. In a volume of 527 partisans alone, there are 160 martyrs, of whom 18 are 17-year-old martyrs, who would now be over 93 years old. Your patriotic name and work are kept alive. Veterans 'Organization, Martyrs' Families Organization is active. The martyrs forgave the homeland of the people the flower of youth. What more could they give? One martyr fell, dozens rose. Find them in the volumes of the series "Unsung Stars", published by the writer partisan Resul Bedo. In a volume of 527 partisans alone, there are 160 martyrs, of whom 18 are 17-year-old martyrs, who would now be over 93 years old.

A mountain of songs!

They were raised by the people and their comrades. With pain and tears. And when it was said that the brave do not weep, but are sung to them, drops of blood fell on the hearts of the warriors, of their people who left behind: “Brother, why do not you come to my door, To speak to me like once, He abducted you immediately, I was left desolate and miserable, Both my arms were cut off, I have no other brothers ". The people have engraved the names of the martyrs in their memory and in their hearts. For his brave sons he has woven a mountain of songs, the words and melodies of which roared in the mountains and in the fields, in the hills and in the forests, in the villages and towns, day and night, in illegality, under the light of the flashlight, under the blanket, under the dim light of the candle, of the idara, of the pine, without fear, with courage, with joy, with smile!

The red wind that blew spread those patriotic and partisan songs in every corner of the country. Over their blood and bones, generation after generation, rises and survives our beloved homeland! And the people ask and sing: “Albania, O native land, What are these headstones, These plates with inscriptions, Monuments full of memories, Monuments and stories? -There are wounds, there are knives, There are battles and ambushes, There are hardships and sufferings, War, effort without fear. It is our shed blood, In many centuries it has flowed. They are rare bravery, From many generations ahead. They fell like clouds on a new mountain, like lightning falls on an oak ”! Those who went to the mountains for the liberation of the country and for a better life, in the first place were mainly the poor, some of whom are martyrs. Speak the facts that are the bone of the argument. Even when the life of a partisan with a bullet in the head was intertwined with death, decades of pain with friends, life overcame death, bullet overcame life. While gratitude is a moral request of people in relation to each other, it is to the martyrs, who blushed with blood Naim "Manushaqe" of Naim, the beauty of the earth, painted from above, by the cloud, which shines like a pearl, white as the foam of the sea ”, a flower that never withers, is remaining beautiful, fresh, where mountain eagles fly, for the martyrs, who are the highest peak of our country, the cream of Albanian bravery? They are, without us… Nature makes people the same, but education divides them. Martyrs are also honored by "stones, by roads, by trees", while political opponents despise and deny them. But they have it in vain, they fail, they become ridiculous… When the ballist from Gjirokastra killed Niazi Karagjozi and he was declared a martyr, his greyhound loyal to the hunter, stayed on his grave for two weeks, without eating or drinking, until he gave up the ghost! Loyal dog, killer ballista, so he escaped and went to America!

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 How many years have passed since the time of LANÇ, how long we have not seen you, dear and bright friends, we have missed you so much! And today we, veterans and families of martyrs, descendants boys and girls, all the people, like a long string of pearls, are with you, we have them in our hearts and minds!