Heroes Never Die
"If there is hell on earth, then the Păuliș front was hell". Paulis Monograph
Honestly, I don't even know how to begin, the first feeling when I read the third engagement of the weekend made me feel some amazing emotions, almost like a tear somehow hid in the corner of my eye and wanted to make room for more tears.
I'll be happy to respond to 's weekend engagement:
Weekend history lesson
Find a historical monument in your area, take a photo of it and write a minimum of 250 words about it, the history and meaning behind it. The photo you use must be your own photo.
Any people that does not know its history and origins in my point of view does not exist, the area where I live here in western Romania is an area with a spectacular historical past, an area where hundreds of thousands of soldiers gave their lives in war for the sake of their descendants.
Today I have chosen to present to you the most beautiful Monument to Heroes in Păuliș, Arad county, a monument erected in honour of those who gave their lives in the battles of the Second World War and for the courage of the sergeants and non-commissioned officers of the Radna NCO School who gave their lives in 1944 for the liberation of our area from enemy occupation (I do not give the names of the countries with which we fought in order not to get into controversy).
This monument is erected in memory of those who wrote in 1944, in bloody letters, "No more passing through here".
The enemy forces wanted to conquer this area because it represented the link between the Mures Valley gorge (Mures river), the famous vineyards in this area and the links with the rest of the countries.
For a long time I've been thinking about writing a blog in detail about all the battles that happened in our area and attaching pictures, but you can imagine when it comes to the bloody history of our great-grandparents, our grandparents I get a feeling of longing in the first place and many others that I can not describe in words, if someone can relate to what I write surely knows what you go through when you try to write a few lines about those times.
The name of the village where I live appears for the first time in 1752, being located on the banks of the Mures River on one side and on the other side we have the Zarandului Mountains (on one side of these mountains stretches the famous Podgorie of Arad).
A brief overview of the history of the place:
It was in September 1944 the enemy troops were preparing to invade the Mures valley, in our area there were about 755 students of the school of non-commissioned officers aged between 18-22 years old who were joined by about 1000 soldiers from the country, you realize that the Romanian army was not very well prepared and were very poorly equipped with weapons and military technique but instead the enemy troops were 3 times more numerous and much more equipped with military technique.
Usually in autumn we pick grapes (to make wine) and corn, but not in the autumn of 1944 we were picking bulbs and shells, I remember what one of the NCO School students I caught in my life was saying, outside it was late autumn, even cold, on the battlefield he and 20 other soldiers along with the captain were getting ready to go on battlefield observation, the war had some unwritten rules after the night attacks were over they had a few hours to go to the battlefield and recover the bodies of the fallen, at this point the soldiers, along with the Captain, went to the front for observation, but the enemy being already in the field spotted them and captured them all (the former student even cried when he recounted what happened), after capture they were taken to the enemy camp in front of the soldiers Captain was killed (beheaded), and they were let go.
I have few regrets that I didn't make a video with what these people told me, unfortunately I was only left with some pictures (at that time I wasn't active in this spectacular world, HIVE).
Of all the young soldiers of the NCO School, only half of them have been reunited with their families and the rest were killed in action.
The whole bloody history of this place was told to me by a former student of the NCO School who every year on the day of the Romanian Army came to the celebration of the heroism of the Romanian nation that took place here at the Heroes' Monument.
Until about 10 years ago, of those 755 students of the NCO School, six of them were still alive (their age at that time was between 89-92 years old) who, through the government's care, went every year to the demonstrations, but you see that the passage of time does not forgive any of them, so 6 years ago, only two of them participated and the rest laid down their arms and went to the kingdom of heaven.
With all six of my former students I had the honor of talking to them and asking them questions, but the hardest question I asked them was, how do they see through their eyes the difference between wartime and now where you only see war in history books.
I didn't expect such a response, I mean everyone told me the same thing,* "it was better then"*, now everything is out of control, too much freedom, we don't even fear God anymore and the stories went on for minutes.
With great sorrow in my heart four years ago I said goodbye to the two who were still alive (one of them was 96 years old, and I don't remember the age of the second one), probably here on earth their mission was over, I personally attended the funeral of one of them, I didn't think I had to go through such moments.
Over the years many books have been written about the heroic battles of these NCO School students.
In fact, two historical films with the same theme, the war, were made by well-known Romanian directors.
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P.S. The attached picture you just saw is taken from the drone by me, and the text is also designed by me.
Their names will live on through the ages - Courage, Honor, Dedication