Korean War

“You have fallen for my Turkey
And I, for our world.”

-The brigade that was sent to Korea, consisted of all volunteer 259 commisioned officer, 18 military officer, 4 civil servant, 395 noncommisioned officer and 4414 soldier, at sum 5090 people. The commander was Brigadier General Tahsin Yazıcı. At first the brigade was gathered in Ankara and was sent to Iskenderun by railways, then dispatched to Busan Dock of Korea by the ships which were allocated by U.S. They were deployed to Daegu without waiting in Busan. Brigade moved to the frontiers on 10 November 1950. First stop was the Kunuri region. After China took part in war, United Nations were going to lose out. American armies could retreated with less damage thanks to Turkish brigade’s resistance in Kunuri. Turkish armies moved from Cheonan on 6 January 1951, attacked to take back trenches which were taken over by China. Initially China started intensive attacks from their frontiers, however Turkish 1st group prevailed and took control using by hand grenada after accosting hiddenly. Chinese tried to take back and attacked but Turkish 2. battalion carried out inexorable bayonet thrust and took control over two hills in Kumyangjangni.-

I bought my ticket and got in bus. I expected that all passengers should be in the bus because the weather was too cold. However there were only three people inside except for us. They were going to Denizli from Fethiye. We could participate them only one hour of travel from Cameli to Acıpayam. The old man was telling some stories and others were listening with all ears excitingly and sometimes chimed in and asking questions. No sooner I sat down to my seat, I had to eavesdrope by lad’s question. “Who did you fight against in Korea?” he asked. The old man started telling confidently. It was not a short and encapsulated response like his counterpart’s responses. “We had nothing but a map and our gun. We didnt know the area apart from our pointed maps. Our ammunition was not enough because of crowded Chinese soldiers and sometimes we fought with bayonets. We stabbed bayonet to enemy and throw them back. The war brings hardships. May God forbit to you.” He was the veteran of Korean war and he was from Ortaca. Everyone wanted to make him telling this stories. And he told these stories everyone without burden for years. He proud of telling these stories and adding that he has the best memories of military service.

Eleven years later, today, I am at the land where his stories, best memories and sublime military service remembrance and all the more so lived. I am at the martyrdom where our martyries and his best friends, fellow fighters, and people in his stories, are lying and resting in peace. Who knows they fell a martyr in which skirmish and where. They passed away maybe in Kunuri, maybe the lands they cannot even pronounciate. Each of them came from any nook of Anatolia and fought valiantly and intrepidly. Who knows they left how many couple of eyes in back. Who knows how many people there exist to pray for them in this far realms. Who knows the ones who gifted us a brother country in faraway. Who knows thier poem…

Beyond frontiers and faiths
Our rights now in a rendezvous;
Enabled thus to sense and caress
The hugging warmth of all that is past.
How precious were times before Pusan
While sharing the glory of unified thought,
And of battling hand-to-hand
Across wide valleys and over hills.
Brief was this advent for soon I parted
In much mysterious a way,
My life-blood drained one night
In flag-like waves and flutters.
Now enwrapped in Pusan’s soil,
My senses reaching death’s infinity;
So here also is my “Fatherland”
And now all languages are my languages.
We martyrs are actually alive;
With our hands joined, reaching for the skies,
We have embraced each other
On this thriving land which belongs to us.
I salute you, oh Turkish martyr!
You in Anadolu and I in Pusan;

“You have fallen for my Turkey
And I, for our world.”