…I was talking about Maithami and Badr operations
It was almost evening, the first stage of the operation was done; A large crowd of fighters were standing in a long line waiting to be transferred to the other side of Hor, it was a strange situation. The battalions of Lashkar al-Mahdi were completely recognizable by their guards. At the end of the night before the operation, the children of Fars, according to the old custom of henna bands on the wedding night, had all applied henna as a declaration of readiness for the operation, as evidenced by their red hands.
Every soldier carried a heavy bag of ammunition, supplies, and other equipment on his back. Several kilos on the back of a teenager, in addition to RPGs, Kalashnikovs, and a train of cartridges, made it difficult for a person to walk, but God had given the children a strange strength. Everyone wanted to reach the mission. Maythami, who came to the wharf with a Toyota van, had a mission that Borzban did not understand. I greeted him, I was wearing Basij clothes and a turban and a helmet and a hand speaker. He had his usual smile with a bit of concern on his face when I greeted him. Some of the children also boarded, the boatman was shouting, “Enough, there is no more room, the boat will topple, God forbid how many people get off.”
But it was as if everyone was in a hurry. He took my hand and we got off. We walked for a few minutes until another boat took us again. He sat near the boatman. He put a hand on his arm and said don’t be tired and the boat started. Airplanes were dropping bombs from above and tanks and tanks and cannons were aiming at Hoor.
The boatman was driving as if on a smooth and unobstructed road. Two boats in front of us were bombed or shot. Several fighters were lying in the water and screaming. Rescue boats were collecting the wounded and martyrs on the other side. Everyone wanted to reach the other side of Hor. The boat driver steered the boat with an exemplary skill through this narrow waterway at speed and in a zigzag pattern.
A boat was coming from the front. The boatman went towards the wave of the opposite boat. We said that we will have an accident now. The rower hit the front edge of the boat in the middle of the wave; A large wave of water splashed on us, the water was bitter and had a bad taste, then I understood why the children did not drink this water. It was poisonous and bad taste, but it was clean and clear. I said for a moment that the boat fell and we all drowned in the water. Of course, our clothes were wet. But Shahid Maithami said with a beautiful smile: This is the right way. When a boat is approaching, if the boatman gets scared and moves away from the wave of the opposite boat, the wave of that boat will surely cause the other boat to fall.
This is a great lesson if you were afraid of the enemy’s wave creation and distanced yourself from it and went to the side; The wave of the enemy will surely overwhelm you and cause you to fall.
He used to say that one should lead the war ship like this rower in the war, otherwise the ground for the enemy’s influence will be provided.
Finally, the boat reached its destination and everyone got off, but he did not get off. He said something to the boatmen and they left. We stayed and he said goodbye and left, and because I knew his mood, I didn’t want to ask where he was going…
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