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Gallantry at Halhal

[The following is chapter 20 from Saleh “Gadi” Johar’s book, “Of Kings and Bandits.” First republished on September 8, 2014 to commemorate the Battle Battle of Halhal which happened on September 6, 1968, on Dec, 17, 2020, the chapter was presented again on the authors YouTube channel in an abridged form as Negarit 112, Omer Ezaz, one of one of the best known commanders of the Eritrean struggle era fell in that battle together with around 46 of his colleagues.]

It had been almost six months since the display of Fekres’ body at Souq Berra, the open market. Ethiopian troops, who always made a show of their victories, hadn’t harvested corpses since then. They didn’t bring bodies to town for display in the marketplaces to prove their success, just like game hunters would show their trophies. Battles raged around but Janhoi’s troops failed to produce a decisive victory. As the rebels killed more collaborators and spies of Janhoi’s government, the rest went into retirement and just disappeared. But scores continued to terrorize the town. Shekay was emboldened after the failed attempt on his life by Fekres and he became more brutal.

For weeks news circulated about the siege of Halhal garrison, northwest of Keren, where the commandos troops were relentlessly bombed by the rebels and depended only on helicopters for supplies. Jemal thought of Idris, the strongman who had vanished from Keren shortly after he secured the garbage dump for him and his brother to catch birds. He had joined the rebellion and news circulated in town that he was seen around Halhal under the command of Ezaz.

People nervously followed the news of the siege. Finally, Jebha attacked the garrison and by early the next day news had spread and people became busy discussing the outcome of the battle that raged for the entire night.

That day Jemal saw the exceptionally frantic movement of army vehicles in the narrow streets of Keren: prostitutes rejoiced and drunken soldiers filled the bars and danced to the tune of loud Amharic songs. The clientele made of commandos, Tor Serawit and a few notorious spies loudly mocked the Jebha fighters who foolishly confronted the mighty Israeli trained commandos!

Janhoi’s men boasted that they eliminated the bandits at Halhal. They were intoxicated with the feeling of victory and every conversation they had was an incantation of the countless number of dead bodies they harvested. The people whispered to each other and Jemal was anxious to know what exactly happened. “We decimated the bandits at Halhal,” a commandos boasted.

Some of the bars, now hosting partying soldiers, were scenes of mourning a few days earlier. The bar served as a venue for both, celebrating victories and mourning dead soldiers: one day weeping over a dead soldier, the next celebrating the death of a Jebha combatant—the moods beholden to the mood of the clients, Janhoi’s soldiers.

Throughout the afternoon, sweaty soldiers in tattered uniforms jumped from one smoky beer house to another, which permeated the smell of cheap incense and played loud music. Burtukan’s bar was exceptionally busy; she had come a long way since the days she worked from a tiny room at the casino. Jemal remembered her wrestling Mokria who threw coins at her. Now it seemed they both had forgotten the old days. Mokria became one of the regulars at her bar and stood by the door holding a beer bottle, while Burtukan teased and danced with a few civilian customers, whose sentiments were not in tandem with the popular fire of patriotism, and who rejoiced with Janhoi’s soldiers. Jemal also saw Kidane in the street walking with another commandos soldier who didn’t participate in the Halhal battle.

The only three-wheeled taxi in town passed, stirring dust off the road, it carried a family that had just arrived to town.

Away from the main street, everything looked calm and quiet, the neem trees that adorned the streets stood almost still as if shivering from the cold breeze. Jemal squinted and looked through the dust and fog to the distance. He saw prostitutes receiving customers who had just returned from battlefronts; trucks dropped more and more soldiers in the streets. Drunken soldiers squeezed the breasts of the barwomen who pretended to disapprove of the act and feigned bashfulness by pushing the soldiers away and giggled sharply. “Are you not ashamed, street-boy!” They said it in a manner that seemed an invitation for more touching and fondling, yet pretended to cover their chests with their hands. It was a good day for business.

Drizzle fell over Keren. Gloomy clouds descended and engulfed the town blocking the sight of the mountains surrounding Keren.

IN PREPARATION FOR THE ATTACK, Jebha rebels under the command of Ezaz had been pestering the completely encircled garrison for months. Helicopters left Keren with barrels of water dangling under their belly to the besieged garrison and flew back to Keren carrying dead and wounded soldiers.

A man had come to Ezaz carrying a crumpled paper from an Eritrean commandos soldier inside the camp. The letter assured Ezaz that the Eritrean commandos were sympathetic with the rebellion and that they would join him. Ezaz was excited and sent back a message indicating his pleasure for their decision, but that he did not intend to leave the garrison alone and advised the Eritrean soldiers to abandon it immediately.

In a second message, the contact assured Ezaz that his group would join him in the attack from within once he started the assault. Ezaz may have doubted their sincerity but not enough to affect his decision to trust them.

Just before dawn, the rebels crawled closer to the walls of the garrison and took positions. Ezaz fired a shot signaling the beginning of the attack. The combatants fired a few rounds and waited behind the walls for the commandos recruits to act. Instead, the commandos lit flares over the Jebha combatants and exposed their positions. Ezaz recognized too late that the commandos had betrayed him; he gave orders to the mortar unit to bomb the garrison.

Machine gun bullets rained across the field from the watchtowers of the garrison and mowed the Jebha combatants. Mortars fired by both sides blasted everywhere. The rebels jumped from one place to another behind the wall and returned fire from their Kalashnikovs while the commandos showered them with Uzi and M16 gunfire. The rebels, trapped between the walls of the garrison and the open field now lit by non-stop flare, threw hand grenades on the trenches behind the wall and killed many. The commandos sent a volley of intense fire from over the garrison walls. Reserve rebels came under extensive fire on the open fields when they tried to carry away the wounded. The battle went on for hours.

Sensing disaster, Ezaz ordered a retreat; a few rebels provided cover as the Jebha combatants retreated under heavy fire. A bullet hit Ezaz and he fell. Two combatants braved bullets to carry their fallen commander to a safe place; he bled heavily from a serious wound that he sustained. He gave his last order: “This is not the last battle; retreat and save men and ammunition.”

Idris had raced to pull the wounded Ezaz to a safer place, and with two other rebels carried Ezaz and headed towards the clandestine rebel clinic hours away from Halhal and deep in the mountains of Debir Sala. But by midway, the brave commander bled to death and Idris and his colleagues buried him on the spot.

Word about the Halhal battle and the intended body display had first spread in the mosque during Zuhr, the noon prayer time. Soon, news spread that the venue for the day would be Gira Fiori, the town center. A light breeze carried the strong smell of DDT. Jemal had become familiar with the smell and what followed it. Like a trained dog he could follow that smell to its source, to the market squares where Janhoi’s army frequently displayed bodies of dead rebels.

By late afternoon, military trucks brought in a cargo, the bodies of forty-six rebels killed in the battle of Halhal. In a bestial act, the soldiers dropped the bodies from the trucks or pulled them like sacks by the limbs and tossed them to the ground. Then they placed them in a perfect a row, the heads laid on the curbstone where the Tessenei-heading buses had offloaded passengers a few hours earlier. People shook their heads in disgust and sadness at the way the soldiers desecrated the dead bodies. Jemal watched in shock as the cruel commandos handled the bodies in a savage manner. He was disgusted, but no one could do anything, Keren had become a town of the helpless.

Jemal inspected the mutilated bodies, some missing limbs, others with faces blown out or badly burned and charred. All looked young and had long hair; blood mixed with DDT had dried up leaving stains on their bodies. The khaki shorts and short-sleeve shirts that they wore, now soaked in blood, had either turned grayish brown or chalky grey. The commandos, the defenders of the Halhal garrison, were jubilant and boasting of their bravery.

Crowds flocked to Gira Fiori to watch, parents and relatives wearily checked to see if they could identify any of the dead combatants—almost everyone knew someone in Jebha. In anguish and sorrow, under the watchful eyes of the commandos, the congregation of traumatized parents looked for a sign, a body mark to identify a loved one. They could not; the bodies were too disfigured to be recognized.

Jemal moved from one end of the curb to the other, looking attentively at the gruesome sight of the chalky bodies, searching for some familiar faces yet praying not to find any. But he couldn’t recognize any anyway, they were unrecognizable and they could be anyone. Jemal wondered if he was not looking at his own dead, mutilated body! He wondered if all of the people around were truly alive. Maybe everyone was already dead. Maybe he was dead but thought he was watching the dead. What is the difference if any soldier could pull his trigger and waste us all at whim, Jemal thought.

He stood by a corner as many questions came to his mind: what were the combatants thinking the moment they stopped breathing? What could motivate someone to die for a cause? Is freedom worth dying for if one cannot experience it? Could it be freedom to end up dead, your body sprayed with DDT and displayed by a curb? What is the difference between being dead and being mentally dead, suffering from daily humiliations and total lack of freedom? Maybe freedom comes in two different ways: in death that shields one from agonies, suffering and humiliation, and in a rare kind of freedom—actual freedom that one experiences while still breathing. Jemal glanced at the bodies. They looked tranquil.

A few months later, Jemal discovered that Saleh, one of the people he couldn’t identify among the bodies and yet hoped not to find, had died in the battle of Halhal. He had a hunch he had missed something while watching the bodies: he didn’t remember seeing Saleh’s face among the displayed bodies though it has been there, mutilated, disfigured and unrecognizable. Saleh’s cold body could have been the faceless one, or the one with the open stomach, laying there dead, unaware that his remains were desecrated and displayed on the same streets where he grew up, where now no one recognized him. Jemal didn’t see a smiling face among the bodies; Saleh could not have died without a smile on his face; a smile that would be detected even in a face half blown away. Maybe the smudge of DDT and blood concealed his smile.

The sun was setting fast and soon it would be curfew time, six o’clock, time to go home or risk being shot. As Jemal turned to go home following the streak of sad people, he bumped into Omer who walked towards the curb where the bodies were sprawled. “You have to go home, it is getting late,” Jemal told him. Omer didn’t respond but went on and inspected the bodies from one end to the other, his clenched fist flying high in the air, his eyes almost closed as if meditating, in his own way paying his respects to the dead. The startled commandos looked at him wondering what he was doing—they could have thought he was insane.

Jemal waited for Omer to finish the ritual he had just invented and walked beside him. All the way Omer looked to the ground until Jemal reached his home and said good night. Omer didn’t say a word. Jemal remembered how they had walked silently a few years earlier when Shutuphouse made them shake hands after a fight.

When news about the commandos victory at Halhal garrison reached Asrat, Janhoi’s viceroy in Eritrea, he immediately ordered the promotion of Lieutenant Kassa the commander of the commandos unit to the rank of captain; Kassa became Shambel Kassa.

Two-days after the battle of Halhal, while Jemal was in class, automatic gunshots burst wildly. Moments later he discovered the shots were in celebration of Lieutenant Kassa’s promotion; he had fought bravely at Halhal. He slaughtered a bull in front of his house to celebrate the happy occasion and there was a big party.

Degiat had planned a more fitting celebration in his mind. He erected a large pavilion in front of the offices of the SATAEO Bus Company across from Gira Fiori; Asrat and his entourage would be sitting there. Degiat had purposely selected the spot; a spiteful choice intended to infuriate the people of Keren because the building used to be the Rabita offices, a staunch anti-Janhoi pro-independence party of the forties. Janhoi’s viceroy would give a victory speech where Ibrahim Sultan had delivered many inspiring speeches in the struggle for the emancipation of serfs, where he lectured about freedom and independence. Degiat decided the place would now host a different event, a wanton provocation that angered the townspeople.

On a Sunday morning a few days after the battle of Halhal, Asrat Kassa and other high-level officials of the Ethiopian government arrived for the celebration. Police and army musical bands, all dressed up in their best ceremonial uniforms, marched in front of the pavilion where Asrat and others sat enjoying what they considered the final victory against the Eritrean “bandits.” The Ethiopian troops, including the commandos, were there to flex their muscles, each individual soldier acting as if he single-handedly dealt a lethal blow to the Jebha rebellion.

The victorious Captain Kassa sat there and listened as Asrat Kassa delivered a speech. “Shambel Kassa held Halhal fort and decimated the shifta, bandits. He defended mother Ethiopia and the pride of His majesty, Janhoi, and his government,” Asrat said. After the speech, the commander of the Keren garrison led the military parade followed by the commanders of different units. At the head of the Ethiopian infantry units was another Eritrean Commander, Colonel Bjju, a man known for his excessive drinking and gambling. Dozens of Jeeps, trucks and artillery-mounted vehicles moved slowly in the victory procession.

The show and the boasting of the “brave commandos,” that was supposed to intimidate the population had an opposite result. The young decided to die fighting for their freedom and be “displayed as dried meat,” instead of living without dignity under an archaic monarchy. The Halhal incident added to the resolve of the people to fight back.

It had been seven years since the armed struggle started; the rebellion spread like wild fire engulfing the whole of Eritrea; but the commandos institution, the backbone of the Ethiopian rule, stayed intact and maintained its unwavering loyalty to Janhoi. The persistent attempt by Jebha to educate the commandos didn’t pay off as fast as expected, because the victory of Halhal had reinforced the myth that surrounded the commandos, whom Janhoi’s propaganda machine described as the invincible and unbeatable Israeli-trained force. The   connection was skillfully amplified and exaggerated to give the commandos institution a legendary aura. It reinforced Janhoi’s propaganda to scare the population and goad them to fight the rebellion.

Jebha skillfully downplayed the Halhal debacle, though deep inside, many people were devastated by the defeat, even if the betrayal of the commandos was an important factor. They wondered how Ezaz and his disciplined military character, a man whose caution bordered on paranoia, would be that trusting. Srnji was angry, “How could he trust the commandos who a few days earlier burned villages and killed innocent villagers around Halhal?”

What followed the defeat at Halhal were worse political setbacks. The battle, which was waged a year after Israel defeated the Arabs in the 1967 war, had serious repercussions. Soon, news of bigotry and deception that was inflicting the Jebha rebellion started to arrive to town. Some rebels could not withstand the defeats of Jebha in a few battles and became demoralized. They were terrified and thought the rebellion would be crushed anytime; they surrendered to the Ethiopian garrisons in dozens. It was an opportunity that Janhoi’s government didn’t waste; they intensified their propaganda of painting the rebellion as a Muslim affair to further alienate Christians. Almost all the surrendering combatants claimed they were persecuted by their Muslim compatriots and had to defect and ask for Janhoi’s mercy. Some began to create confusion within the ranks of the rebellion by planting seeds of division that made the future of the rebellion look very bleak.

Jebha’s crisis made reformers and spoilers face each other. A power struggle among the elite crippled the efforts of the reformers and led to almost two years of chaos. At the end, the reformers and their adversaries reached a standstill. A few ambitious combatants had adopted and repeated messages identical to the Ethiopian propaganda; leaflets that magnified Janhoi’s allegations that Jebha is a Muslim organization that oppressed Christians. Janhoi’s intelligence could not have dreamed of being that effective; the splinters achieved what Janhoi’s intelligence had failed to achieve for years. But Jebha survived the ordeal and took lessons from the Halhal debacle which became a reason for more resolve.

It took more years of relentless persuasion until the commandos started to sympathize with the rebellion. It was years after the Halhal battle that some commandos soldiers began to join the rebellion. Halhal remained a testimony to the resilience of Eritreans and the bravery of Ezaz and his combatants, who were elevated to mystical proportions.

Two points exemplified the pride of Jebha: Ezaz fell in battle fighting gallantly alongside his troops—he didn’t die in a remote banker. The combatants under his command had two choices: to try to retreat through the open field and risk annihilation or surrender and save their lives. They chose the first option and died fighting heroically instead of surrendering to the enemy—the Ethiopian forces didn’t capture a single combatant alive, not a single one surrendered!

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  • Germay Berhane

    Selam everbody,
    For weeks news circulated about the siege of Halhal garrison, northwest of Keren, where the commandos troops were relentlessly bombed by the rebels and depended only on helicopters for supplies. Jemal thought of Idris, the strongman who had vanished from Keren shortly after he secured the garbage dump for him and his brother to catch birds. He had joined the rebellion and news circulated in town that he was seen around Halhal under the command of Ezaz.
    How can we reconcile the above statement with military science. With this kind of situation does the enemy need the commandos to send letter to Omer Ezaz?

    I have lived in Halhal for one and half year, and discussed with many elders and veteran fighters. The problem for failure of this operation was Omer Ezaz mistake. Every body was saying Omer informed his family members to leave the Halhal are. And the information leaked and reached the enemy. That is what happened and the above statement and mine looks like the same.
    When the fighting started the enemy was ready and easily defeated our fighter. i have no doubt Omer was hero but his silly mistake took his life and other gallant fighters.
    But i can not understand the intention of this writer.

  • Kokhob Selam

    Dear Brother Saleh,

    Thank you . I enjoy hearing your YouTube early and I appreciate your strength… This is very nice article,,I went 6 years back deep..And watch what I said then…” I am unlucky for not reading the book so far. if this is one chapter what the entire book will be?” Time didn’t permit to read still.

    I am still in my words,,,

    ” what is next? we all agree we should create democratic nation we may differ on the way and style. at last we have two sister nations. Again it is our choice to make interdependent nations. free two nations connected with solid common interest.” And this will happen too soon. Ethiopia is hopeless with 2nd contradictions and in bloody conflict.
    it seems so, but think about it this the result will be not that bad. I think we all will see the better horn soon. I am still hopping for the best days to come..



    • Saleh Johar

      It’s the same. We go over the same every few years. Nothing changes in the cursed region with so much wicked and arrogant bloodthirsty elite.

      • Kokhob Selam

        Dear Brother Saleh,

        Things will change with this wisdom going on. It has been long back since we human beings forgot for what we came to this universe… but only now we wake up recently. But not every human being got to that level but the universe is going to split in to two..Not physically… from 21 December the world will see the shift. Hope for the best brother Saleh…


  • Nitricc

    Hi All; is this the real Getchew Reda? If he is, please conform and i can collect bounty of 10 million Birr that the Ethiopian government is offering.

    GETACHEW REDA Kokhob Selam • 6 years ago • edited
    (Editor Ethiopian Semay)

    Please brother author;- Old glory (if at all bandits had one) can’t compensate the failed freedom that you and your likes foamed uselessly and tirelessly. I wonder how the Eritrean elites can debouch themselves from such heroic myth of bandits war which was hit and run battle. Now, it is history,. Badime is now at the hand of the gallants. Where are your heroic ELF guerrillas you rakishly talk about? Please get away from confusing and hypnotizing the mass in such fictitious books. You all need to thanks your agent the dead Meles Zenawi. That is the whole truth!

    Reda (Editor Ethiopian Semay)

    • Saleh Johar

      Since you are bringing a six-year old material, this one year old video can explain it to you, Its about the two Getachew. I hope you are okay with Tigrinya:

      • Nitricc

        Hey SJ; thanks. I follow your videos but I haven’t seen this one. I must be away and I missed it. Your explanation of DNA was hilarious, very true. You said “ Weram Dumu” I think “Dumu” means cat, I think but what does it mean “ weram”? I thank you for the clarification. Apricated it.

        • Saleh Johar

          Did I say Weram? The saying is” Deffar Dmmu Gebremariam shmu.” It means a bold (in the negative) cat is named Gebremariam. (Gebremariam was a monk,.ask old-timers for an explanation, I can’t say it here 🙂

          • Kokhob Selam

            Dear Brother Saleh.

            I was watching the link you attached. Thank you sir. Although, I may had seen it before…that was eye opening for me. I learn a lot of things from you..Always I learn from you boss. I wish you long life dear..


          • Saleh Johar

            Kokhob, I am glad you liked it.
            There is Negarit 113 published this morning.

          • Kokhob Selam

            Thank you Brother Saleh.

            I have seen it. Thank you again..


  • Binieam

    Hi Elenta

    You might want to browse through his Facebook page, before making your accusation.

  • Mahmud Saleh

    ርሑስ በዓል ቅዱስ ዮሃንስ፡ !መልካም ኣዲስ ዓመት! እንኳን ለዚህ ኣደረሰን!
    So to be fair, a couple of individuals spoiled our week; well known and repetitive offenders, at the head of the pack was no one other than T.Kifle. He missed so many calls and opportunities to be respectful of the identity of a nation and people. Even the contemplative philosopher and peace seeker AH got more than enough of it that he started cuing him before giving T.Kifle a comprehensive answer just in case Tkifle realizes the fact that Eritreans may debate their political difference, but they never question their resolve to rally around their identity. The problem with T.Kifle was his rude insistence on shoving his abracadabra psycho-social analysis down our conscience without any backing evidences; he keeps coming up lecturing us of who really we are; and that’s even without that pretentious polite introductory remark of “Excuse me, but..I think….” SAAY started it with his usual broaching and prodding ideas as prompts for T.Kifle believing the man could be directed towards a safer territory. However, the more he was provided with reminders and ancillary materials covering history and identity, the more aggressive T.Kifle became which provoked a full blown rebuffs from all the political spectrum of Known Eritreans of Awatista family.The man would not say,” OK, let me clarify it..let me think about it…this has been my observation but I am ready to read more; provide me with some material…OK, this is how I see this , how do you explain it,etc.” No, he would not leave the stage, he would not retire the gavel, he wanted to tell us who we are, whether we like it or not. And this is a man who cries of some offensive remarks regarding Tigreans. I am very disappointed; I hope he will clarify himself, and come back rejuvenated with positive and constructive initiatives. I am also disappointed from known Tigrean members for not contributing constructively. This is if we want to make this forum what it deserves. I hope we are joining here because we need each other, perhaps, we like to annoy each other..etc. But let’s make the nuisances in a way we set examples. I expect those who have not been involved too much in both countries’ ghedlis to influence the discussion, because the ones who went through hellish wars have temper problems. Now, credit must go to the likes of amde, horizon….because, for the most part, they avoided the crowd, but there is no question they have enjoyed watching the melee. So, የ እንቁጣጣሽና የ ኣዲሱ ዓመት ምስጋና goes to them. and ንኩሎም ኣመንቲ ክርስትያን ስግር ክልቲኡ መረብ ሓድሽ በዓል። ጸሎት ኣብዝሑ። ንሰላም ጸልዩ ይብሉኹም ኣለዉ ፋንቲ ጋና። “ናይ ሰላም ዓመት ይግበራ። ወለዶና ዘበላሸዎን ዝሓንከሮን ሕማቕ ግብሪ ኣባና የትርፎ፣ ናብ ደቅናን ደቂ ደቅናን ኣየሰጋግሮ” ይብሉ እቶም ዓቢ መምህር።

    • Abinet

      Selam Ato Mahmud
      I don’t know why you bothered this much about what TK think or said. In my opinion ,what matters most is what Ethiopians in general ,and what the future generation in particular think about Eritrea .

      This is my revised edition of “men on the street and in cafés “report.
      If we take people above age 35 ,those grew up in derg time,think in the same way as Tk except he is politically matured and extremely diplomat. He put it (eritrean Identity )mildly. The good thing is Eritrea ,slowly but surely fading away from the memories of this group. So ,you don’t have to worry as to how they see Eritrea and it’s identity.
      The other group,those under 35 ,in my opinion,the most important group in the future relationship of the two neighborly countries, doesn’t think of Eritrea . For this group there is no difference b/n Eritrea and Somalia or Sudan or Kenya . They care less for Eritrea and it’s identity .
      ( yemayawqut ager aynafkm)
      Again you don’t have to bother how this group think or see eritrean identity.
      Of course you can find small sub groups in the major ones specially in the older generation .
      Mahmud, the last time I went addis was in 2012 ,so my report can be a little off . Eyob can give you a better idea as to how people in the cafés think about Eritrea in General .

      • Mahmud Saleh

        Your report is encouraging. I don’t really care how TK or anyone else thinks of Eritrea, what I care about is his open attack on our identity. Be honest, what would you feel if someone describes your identity as “deformed ” or ” foreign implanted bogus”? Would not you hit the street saying “ereghedaay”? On your report, I have similar observation on the general public. That’s in deed positive. Politics aside, both peoples are seemed to have moved on. At least, that’s what’s my neighbor, balachew, and I concluded. I don’t see Eritreans in this forum obsessed with Ethiopian identity or politics. We are minding our business and what you see is a reaction to unwarranted attacks.

    • Amanuel Hidrat

      Dear Mahmoud,

      Just hold your grip to our vision “peace and prosperity” in our region. There is no alternative to this vision no matter and however they want to drag us to the old politics of incrimination. Tempers might flare but as Dis Donc had said it, it will remain as their views.


  • Rodab

    You should come by more often.
    So is Meles our agent, or is Badme at the hands of gallants? Pick one. You can’t have a dabo and eat it too.

    • Semere Andom

      Hi Rodab:
      I guess Getu is used to both having his dabo and eat it, because he has 12 months in a year but 13 months of sun shine 🙂

  • Kokhob Selam


    we can keep talking but the reality is here and now. don’t consume much energy as Mengstu did. Eritrean national question is over and the 2nd step is building the nation which is Eritreans home work.

    remember, Meles and his group were not created 3000 years back. they came and do things that make your country on track and are the result of Ethiopians long experience. Meles stayed short on earth but has gone while his plans are still working for you. appreciate him. just see blue Nile and think about it. Leaders like Meles think first how to use your own resources fist and gain benefit by letting others use it.
    you poor editor, with so narrow mind should wake up and think wider by now. remember , it is a mater of time and you will see both Ethiopia and Eritrea will work united for the advantage of their people more than the unity Haileslase, Mengstu and you dream of. Keep visiting this site and see how far both Ethiopians and Eritreans think of the future.

    • sara

      brother selam,
      this is what we always try to tell you , they will never stop insulting eritrea its people and sawra. this guy and his likes , including the one you always like to remember are eritrea enemies (al a’du al wudud of the eritrean people) to eternity.

  • Mahmud Saleh

    Ato Getachew;
    Erie mndnew gashe? Is this it? and you put your title there! I can’t believe an editor to behave this way. My goodness, what’s going on? They don’t have someone who could show the good of Ethiopia?
    Well, there is a message for you from the editor of Awate.com; I hope it will teach you manners.

  • Saleh Johar

    Selam Selam ato Ethiopian Semay Editor, Getachew Reda,

    I really missed you. The last time you sent me you rant was about four years ago. Please do this more frequently.

    Saleh Johar (Editor, Awate.com)*

    *Co-editor, but I faked it to be your equal

    • sara

      amee saleh,
      what is the difference between what ato semere andom writes(stands) and moto aleka getachew.

      • Saleh Johar

        I wish you asked them, but let’s say one is “Semay Editor”, the other is “Meret Editor”, as for who is who, you figure it out!

  • Hope

    ATP Getachew,
    With all due respect,Sir, there is no need for you to respond like that.
    The Author is just trying to express his eye account witness of Heroism as to how the Oppressed People can fight to the last minute no matter what and irrespective of what.
    This has nothing to do with Badme War but to remind us about the Resilience of our Freedom Fighters against all ODDs,which was repeated at the same Front by the Gallant EPLF Freedom Fighters.
    Talk about the Red Star Campaign and the. 6 Non-Stop Offensives.
    Do you need a reminder about the Historical Nadew Ez complete destruction
    What about the miraculous Fenkil Operation for the liberation of Massawa ?
    Need more doses about our Gallant EPLF walking straight to the Menellik Palace thereby declaring the unheard of Freedom to all Ethiopians by decimating completely the Strongest Black Military Power in Africa?
    Talk about the historical Aseb and Eghri Ma’ekel Fronts Heroism .
    As to the Badme War ,check with your own Gen Samora Younis.
    Check Tesfaye Ghebreab’s Notes about Gen Tsadkan’s Confessions.
    FYI, I do not believe this is the right site to express your empty GURRA.

    • Hope

      Pls read ATP as Ato.

  • Sam

    hey getachew,
    i always hear such remarks as yours from the neftegna ethnic group- amara, And you are most likely an amara, as your name indicates.
    I can not change your mentality and that of your ethnic group; but i can tell you this. we showed you what we can do. We challenged you all. we didnt succumb to the tricks and attrocities of hailesellassie, we didnt bow down to Derg’s terror, and finaly we separated back eritrea from ethiopia. I would not call it independence,but we were able to dissociate Eritrea from ethiopia, by force challenging the 80 million ethiopia.
    This is a fact history shows and that is what you need to teach your fellow amara and your kids.

  • Kokhob Selam

    I am unlucky for not reading the book so far. if this is one chapter what the entire book will be? I don’t know what to say. but to mention a bit we have been experiencing in this site people who debate that if the national struggle was worth. just by reading this they can see how really the struggle was difficult but a must journey. again we can see how much the king has tried to divide our people and used the Arab Israel case. in fact our brothers from Ethiopia think still that our case was created by Egypt and other Arab countries. Honestly speaking there were highlanders and even lowlanders who thought so from our nation.

    National question till self determination is a choice. As my sister Hayat put it “it is a choice”. in fact it was not unity that was wrong as an idea it is the intention and the mechanism used that makes it wrong, I believe. now that independent Eritrea is a reality, going from this end is the way out. Being under PFDJ doesn’t mean Eritrean struggle was wrong, it is just a way we should pass through, only then we can own democratic Eritrea by learning from mistakes committed.

    what is next? we all agree we should create democratic nation we may differ on the way and style. at last we have two sister nations. Again it is our choice to make interdependent nations. free two nations connected with solid common interest.

  • sara

    that picture at gira feoree in 1968 should be fitting to be with this article. let us remind those who are pushing us not to forget the past with their continues bashing of eritrea.please bring in that pic all to see.

  • Semere Andom

    Hi AT:

    Please orrect this typo: “Halhal which happened on September 6, 2014. In that battle, Omer Ezaz”