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true, yes, in front of Eskişehir’s sea of blood the shame called Eastern
Question was ultimately drowned. This question which was a difficult
mystery and which those whose eyes were blinded by fierce ambitions
were unable so far to solve. Such a mystery which fills everyone’s heart
with doubt and worry, keeps all those with insight and conscience
sleepless all night and gives a break to no one. A question which was a
knot in a belt firmly and tightly twisted around the world. No one’s
strength was enough to untie it, everybody’s hands were trembling in
front of this firm belt. In the end, a Turkish officer whose name had not
yet passed in history, with a stroke of his sword cut this knot and this belt
was untied and the world took a deep breath. Hey saviour’s sword, those
who stretched their hand at you, must now feel very small. Because you
became the only defender of truth, and again faith’s unique arm. Those
who want to admit that the truth is an invincible power and that they
cannot find any difference from the daunted monster of the faithless
power are continuously astonished in front of the Victory at İnönü. They
could not make sense of how the Greek armies equipped with the most
perfect weapons was scattered and dispersed like clouds crushing on a
steep cliff. These armies which for years were being fed with iron and
dressed with steel. Gunpowder, cannonballs, airplanes and machine guns
were reaching them from all the Mediterranean ports. How was it that
this tired and naked army became victorious in the end although it was
deprived of any help, gunpowder, cannonballs and airplanes, although it
was for years subjected to all sort of difficulties and distress? Because
the right was on its side, because it had faith in its heart. The thing dear
to us today is not only the defeat of the enemy, it must be the revelation
of this secret and the manifestation of this truth. Because for a nation like
ours with countless such victorious epics in its history a simple victory
without such a manifestation behind it would have been of no
importance. Moreover, it is the Greek army. We have never considered
this army as an equal to us enemy and we have not yet forgotten that
twenty five years ago we swept this army away in its own country. To
defeat the Greeks is not a praiseworthy cause. Our heart gets one more
delight from the victory of right and of our faith which are our only
armour and make our breast swell. We are rejoicing because we see the
spiritual world behind the field which the hero watches standing on
Metristepe. This world is like the Day of Judgement. All the
motherland’s martyrs raise their heads from their graves, the old holy
bodies which are one with the place where for years winds blow from the
northern climates, emerge, break the iron and steel chains of the wronged
nations and leap out from the prisons of darkness.
The glorification of the number of corpses (the true number, as noted in Chapter 2,
was less than a thousand) brings to mind another piece in
Ergenekon
which exults in
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