Solemnity hangs in the air as we salute today all those who fought and laid down their lives and the thousands who suffered debilitating physical and mental injuries to regain our precious freedom and reclaim our way of life in this Paradise Isle that minds its own business.
To the strains of the national anthem echoing in our hearts, today we light an oil lamp, light incense and bow our head a minute for the warriors who hunted down and killed South Asia’s Pol Pot, a barrel-shaped despot who declared war on our State.
The pug-faced coward with a Hitlerian-moustache is no more. Millions breathe a sigh of collective relief at the death of evil. The evil Tamil who turned our State into the killing fields of South Asia, met his match in a band of warriors backed by everyone who believed in our power to overcome, encouraged by inspired individuals in whose hands the levers of State rested.
This time round, no one was intimidated by the cowboy from Velvettiturai, who tried in vain to mask his sinister agenda of making us leaderless by exterminating our political and military leaders and turning our Motherland into our graveyard. The clown who thought he was clever, sought to mark our land’s boundaries with blood, barbed-wire and bunkers
This Safari-suited tyrant served by servile, self-appointed “colonels” played hide and seek for decades, until legitimate warriors sought him out and made him pay for the brutalities he brought on us and the savagery he sowed. Along the way, the facile theories of self-serving pundits and the NGO lynch mob who posited that Tamil terrorism will not ever be militarily defeated, were also felled by a fatal salvo from a canon.
Tamil terrorism was our Everest and our valour helped conquer it.
As the bugle call rises above the rooftops today and mingles with the roar of jet engines in our sunny skies, the purr of naval craft on our midnight blue oceans, and the firm footfalls of our soldiers, listen to what the gentle wind is whispering in our ears. It is a reminder for us to cherish the security they secured for us and for our children, the sovereignty they reasserted and the proud culture they protected.
Remember, too, the picture of dignity that the men and women who bore arms represent.
Some have been lost. And we honour them in anonymity. Recall the Peloponnesian Wars of ancient Greece, where a bare stretcher was used to pay tribute to the unknown dead. Remember their eternal resting place and blow a gentle kiss.
Remember the unsuspecting innocents who were slaughtered by a maniac and his suicide murderers. Remember the heartbreak of survivors sans their children, those orphaned, and those who lost their limbs in a wave of unprecedented barbarity.
Most of all, remember that Sri Lanka has dispelled the darkness and lighted an eternal flame.
Celebrate a turning point in our history. defence.lk