Chapter of Resistance

18 09 2007

This is a page officially found from a Hezbollah militants diary, who wrote of his experience during the 2006 Summer war:

“That evening, everyone was waiting for Hisham and Tayseer. Two nights ago they had set off for Bint Jbeil ahead of the occupation forces, to plant bombs on the road before the tanks arrived.

But I had a strange feeling of premonition during my woudou’, and I walked out to the spot where we posted our guards, at the entrance of the cave. The evening prayer echoed under the fading light of the sun from mosques in the villages scattered in the valleys and along the coast. Abu Hassan was sitting in the bunker with the Masba7a in his hand. The cold evening breeze rustled among the trees.

I worried that something bad had happened to them.
They should have arrived two hours ago.
Where did the shells fall yesterday? Did anything happen at Bint Jbeil?
Perhaps, I thought, only the hill of Massoud and those around it took the shelling.
Hopefully everything will be fine, Insha’ Allah.

I went back into the cave, using a candle for light. I opened my duaa book and prayed for them. Then I performed my salat and went with the others to prepare dinner. Suddenly Abu Hassan rushed in, yelling, “The Jews are in Bint Jbeil! Tayseer called on his radio; they’re fighting now. Get your missiles, and let us rely on God!”

We shouldered our weapons and trekked through the valleys till midnight. Enemy aircraft flew over the farms and villages. Rockets exploded in the hills, looking like so many flashes of lightning. Then Tayseer called again from the fight, saying “I’ve been shot all over; I won’t last long. But Hisham is still fighting.” And we ran, oblivious to the heavy packs on our backs. We knew we had to get to them. As we got closer to Bint Jbeil, missiles started to impact all around us– in all the roads, hills, and valleys. And we could see, through the darkness, the bombed-out houses of Bint Jbeil.

We jogged toward the eastern side of the town, through the alleys between the houses. We could see glimpses of tanks stationed at Tallat Masood, launching fire in every direction. Then we slowed and Abu Hassan said, “We have to find a place to launch from! Here, here among the olive trees!” We stopped next to the trees and unshouldered our bags, each of which was loaded with rockets. We already had launch platforms on the ground, and within half an hour we had loaded them and were ready to fire.

“Ali,” Abu Hassan yelled, “rely on God, set your trajectory; and arm on my order!”
I looked through the sights and saw five tanks parked between the rocks. He gave the order to fire, and I yelled “Ya Zahrah!” and fired the first rocket towards one of the tanks, hearing a loud explosion as the missile hit its mark, followed by a series of lesser explosions as the tank burned. The tank I had hit was now engulfed in flame, making the others easily visible from five hundred meters. Abu Hassan, Jaushan and Mohsen all fired their missiles and took out the remaining tanks. Abu Hassan said, “Let’s take our launch vehicles and get out of here before they start firing back.” No sooner had he finished talking than they fired five missiles at once, which landed no more than ten meters from us. We took our launch vehicles to the nearest house and left them there. They didn’t stop bombing the olive grove, and when we looked back the trees were consumed by fire.

Abu Hassan tried to listen through the bombing, and said it sounded like the clash was close to Saff al Hawa. He call Hisham on the radio to get his location.
“Hisham, this is Abu Hassan, where are you?… Hisham?”
Maybe he couldn’t make it without Tayseer, and was killed.
Then the radio crackled. “Abu Hassan? I’m here!”
You’re still alive… you must have nine lives!
“They are surrounding me from both sides, and there’s not much ammunition left. I’m at Saff al Hawa!”
“We’re coming, Hisham!” Abu Hassan yelled.

We ran to get to him, and finally, out of breath, we reached the outskirts of Saff al Hawa. We could hear a few lone shots followed by a massive shower of bullets from the other direction. Everyone said it must be Hisham, holding out against the occupiers. We kept running towards the sound of the gunshots. When we burst out onto the main road, bullets flew at us from every side. We separated and ran back into the alleys for cover. Hisham was still firing at them, trying to hide between the houses from enemy fire.
“Hishaaaam!” I yelled. We ran towards him, all of us firing at the Jews, till we reached him. His voice was barely audible above the bombardment around us as he said,
“We planted the bombs, near Abu Hassan’s house. The detonator is with me– here, take it. I was on my way back and won’t stay here.”
“Where is Tayseer?” I said.
“He was shot many times; I saw him last back near the hospital.”
I took the detonator and put it in my pocket.

Abu Hassan said, “Let’s move out, before they reach us.” We all promised each other not to leave the fight till we were martyred, and then Jaushan and I went to the left of the house, and Abu Hassan and Mohsen moved to its right. We slipped the pins from our grenades and threw them towards an advancing group of soldiers, and then from between the trees we shot at every flash in the dark. When we got closer, Abu Hassan fired an RPG at the soldiers, and I heard them screaming. One of them was on fire. We ran from one boulder to the other, till I saw about 20 soldiers huddled around each other in the darkness. Jaushan and I each threw a grenade at them. We heard the blast, and then yells as those who survived the explosion saw the dismembered bodies of their comrades. They ran, shouting as they fled.

Abu Hassan yelled, “let’s try to find Tayseer; maybe we can still get to him!” We regrouped and left the center of the clash where the missiles were falling.

When we got to Tayseer, he was dieing. When all the life had left him, we lifted his body and carried him out to the valley. We laid him under a tree as the sun broke the horizon, and went back for Hisham. We found Hisham martyred in an alley in Saff al Hawa. We brought him to the valley and laid him next to Tayseer. We surrounded them, we cried, and we promised each other we would not stop fighting until we became martyrs like them.”



One response

28 09 2007
Speak The Truth

If you have any more of this I would love to read it. I realise that asking for a source for this kind of information is sensative, but do you hav one that you can supply? While I do not dispute the validity of the piece a source would make it’s credability ‘iron clad’.

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