Captain Jayaweera Ara, who crawled through the middle of the lake like a giant farmer in prehistoric times, stood in front of a gap between the growing bushes, pressed his ankles to the ground, and raised his balance at ground level, peering through it. Vedi fear and suspicion of any fatality ahead
Suffering, he was startled by the unexpected sight that met his eyes. His breath caught in amazement and a squeaking sound came from his trachea. At the top of a small hill, they end up in a stream of sunshine in the middle of the day, sloping downhill from him. Beyond that is a paddy field that stretches to the finish line. Crown
The reeds emerge from the roof of a thatched house surrounded by bent crops
A thin cloud of smoke billowed through the sky,
Becomes thinner and disappears. The captain, with a moment of relief from all the grief, fear, and pain, stared at it for a moment. He felt a vague collection of paintings blurred in the memory of his past, eager to re-emerge in vivid colors.
But the captain's meditation was shattered as he ran down the slope, shaking his head. He took his neck-length telescope in his hand and pushed it on the corners of his eyes and looked around. He is trained to see a leopard in every bush. As taught in the early days of martial arts, he divided the scene in front of him into three parts. Once he sees a slight movement in a bush, he looks into the distance and lenses through the lens, as if a fine dog sniffing at its prey is extending its snout into the wind. Most likely it was a limp of the cripples. Or a couple's love affair.
The captain, who did not see any danger nearby, looked into the distance. He lowered himself and examined his right side first and his left side second. A Dutch immoral rifle trunk covered with birch, rhubarb, and balsamic shrubs, and cinnamon and teak trees.
Nothing but a machine gun caught his eagle eye. But more than a hundred soldiers were on either side of him. Captains were proud to see the soldiers, dressed in jungle khakis wrapped in leafy helmets, standing invisible as if they were drowning in the middle of nowhere.
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Near the peak, the intense heat of the sun penetrates the shadows of the jungle. By then, the Captain's soldiers had fallen on the march, nearly two hours later. He gave them a half-hour rest, ordered them to guard, and restored the vision to their eyes. From time to time I could hear the sound of the lids of the soldiers' tipping bowls opening as they prepared to swallow their lunch.
The captain sees a sparrow sniffing and lying asleep on the gorge wall of the cement culvert that connects Guru Road, which is bifurcated by the canal. Just below the canal is a rod that runs parallel to the culvert. Long before the construction of the Guru Road, the canes that had been tied across the canal, adding to the great ridges that made up the walk through the paddy fields, had become black like thorns. Kapitath thought that it must be a body.
Na Kanda ..... Nakanda ..... Na Kanda dried up in the bitter sun and stuck to the bark of the stone. Certain events of his childhood are attempted to recur.
He remembers going to school one day in the distant past, carrying a bundle of books wrapped in red rubber band with one hand, and a canopy with a Tuttiri tree on the other to prevent it from overflowing. His parents, who were Sinhala school teachers, had set foot in the Captain's place, a short distance from his endless journey through the endless countryside, taking knowledge to the dark corners of an era dominated by the whites. Did they stay in this village for a while, on that bitter but extremely enjoyable and satisfying journey of moving from one barn to another every two or three years?
The captain saw a head suddenly emerge from the mine near the Na trunk of the canal and was dragged from the past to the present at once.
It was as if a bound bird had soared into the sky and landed at the end of the night. At the same time, his right hand unknowingly went to the rifle.
And the head, which has risen near the trunk, spins round and round. With the trunk attached to it, he immediately climbed to the shore and hit the crop. With that, another, and more sent, began to leap to the horizon. Some of them appeared to the captain to have ammunition in their hands.
Guns ... Reed guns fought, but the boys, who did not know the art of warfare, swayed like cruel finger-pointing in the opposite direction.
"The latest type of rifle that came out of Kapitapath's hand was an order that had been issued several days earlier and had penetrated various official levels.
Had to be done to rise to the occasion. Just pull the balance towards eating the thumbs curled around the trigger. In an instant, the jungle exploded like a blazing fire. The captain could clearly see in his telescope that he was trembling as if he had been hit by a tidal wave in one direction. He commanded Landa in the Second Command, with six soldiers each to approach and inspect the fallen document on either side.
Sent. They arrived in London with their weapons and equipment
But they were. From the moment he raised his head near the navel, the captain's blood flow, which had accelerated through the two veins, was a little calmer, but his ears and feet were still pounded from the inside. His face, neck, and chest were drenched in sweat. Did he let go of his foresight and stretch out his hands when his hands felt wet? Looked. There was sweat. The bottom of his bay is an unbearable abyss. He struggled to control the occasional sore throat.
"Three dead? One? Two? Roaring? Now the king's poor revolutionaries, heartless murderers. In that
Thoughts rocking and scattering and rocking. It touches on the past and the present, shattering the boundaries of time.
He meditates that he went to school one day in the past, crossing the distant Na Kanda. I wonder if the boys who accompanied him that day, laughing and dancing happily, have become begging-looking adults with buried jaws, whom they often meet in the countryside. At the same time, his focus is on the children of those villagers. Scattering all those thoughts again, he remembers the sad face of his son with the twisted eyes, who spent the afternoon in bed, spending the night on stage with a hanging guitar. He rethinks how his only child was dragged away by the unknown and became a complete stranger. Peep .... peep .... peep ... mothers - including fathers and children
The nearby walkie-talkie machine blew a rhythm, breathing all human responsibility into his mind. He immediately picked it up and listened to the sergeant's announcement, trying to explain its shape. One enemy was killed. All others were injured and several were in critical condition. There is no clue that there are other enemies in the vicinity. He ordered the sergeants to hide and guard him, split his force, and send one of them to the left rack of the square under a lieutenant, with the rest of the troops down the canal.
Crossing over, he came to Ladda, where the enemies had fallen. The one who ran to the beginning of the group of boys fell to the ground. A round hole like a burqa from Burma was in the middle of his lice pit. The captain wondered if he had fired the first shot, and the bent head was not at the point where the boy was presumed to be. His aim has never been so successful in the regular shooting training in the army.
"Goodbye Jayaweera ... Knit Bull gave him the fat ripper in charge of his regiment training as if tapping him on the back and praising him." Yes Major, the first shot your disciple fired at a man ... your training was right
Emergency and Curfew Day On the same day as the second massacre on the hands of the clock, a piece of tobacco was demanded