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CHAPTER 5 – TWO SHIRTS OF FLAME 
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know. The ends of his long Anatolian moustache fell at both sides and 
stretched into the air. His Trebizond headgear was made into a knot like 
two projecting knobs on the left of his head. He lay with his back against 
the wall, his eyes moodily watching the stars. He caressed the gun at his 
side softly and tenderly. I believe that if Keuroglou should rise from 
Chanlit-belt and come here, he would have the self same figure, and his 
eyes would sparkle in the same way.
Anatolia loves those children who come down from the mountain to 
protect her mountains and her very stones. All the Anatolian legends and 
songs belong to them. When we were stupefied by the great blow of the 
west, it was their war cry which awakened us. Those sinful children were 
the first in the East to raise their fist against tyranny. But now they 
anxiously listened to the imaginary steps of the coming army. They had 
created the first line of defence with their own flesh and now that army’s 
march sounds in a mighty thud behind Anatolia. Will they come and take 
those into their midst or will they trample them and leave them in the 
dust?
Next the Macedonian refugees
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The Roumelians were already familiar with the new tragedy, 
understanding its deeper meaning through sad personal experience, so 
the villages of Macedonians 
(sic)
 emigrants were the faithful adherents 
of the Nationalist movement. They had fled, leaving to the invading army, 
the rich green fields, their white and happy homes and their rose 
gardens, the abode of the nightingales. They had bloody memories, as 
their beloved ones, even to the young and white veiled brides, had been 
massacred in those white dwellings. The red cyclone which had blown 
them from Europe into Asia came from the selfsame black clouds with 
which they were familiar. Anatolia was a little slow to react, ignorant 
and inexperienced in regard to the cruel possibilities of a Foreign 
Invasion. But she also woke up at last and what a waking this was! 
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Adıvar 1924, 128-129 

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