the struggle

last week i stayed overnight at school. we were preparing for the next day - independence day.
one of my teachers who also stayed there had prepared a film for us to watch. i didn't know the title but it was something about independence struggle of indonesia.

it was an old film, the action was not really good yet. but it made me see. it made me see how hard and horrible the struggle was. how much pain this nation had to bear. our fighters were shot, cut, arrested, their nails were removed sadistically, they saw their families being killed.

how will you feel when someone tortures you and kills your family right in front of you at the same time?
maybe you'd prefer being dead at the moment.

but that is something the fighters had to bear. and did they stop fighting? not at all.

the colonizers on the film really made me sick. if they were the one who was being tortured and hurt, what would they feel? what would they do? they sick heartless brainless men.

all the struggles and the battles and the horrible scenes were price we had to pay for our freedom. i really really thank God that it was all over. we had won the game. and we will never play that game again, that's for sure.

God bless Indonesia.


an indonesian, out.