{"id":82799,"date":"2026-07-27T16:40:52","date_gmt":"2026-07-27T19:40:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jornalrol.com.br\/?p=82799"},"modified":"2026-07-27T16:41:13","modified_gmt":"2026-07-27T19:41:13","slug":"letter-to-a-fellow-soldier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jornalrol.com.br\/?p=82799","title":{"rendered":"Letter to a fellow soldier"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Bahtiyar Hidayet: Poem ‘Letter to a fellow soldier’

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Ah, my fellow soldier,
In the winter war,
we wore such thick clothes
that our uniforms were heavier than our weapons.
Yet we are not respected
as much as a singer
who takes off clothes and sings about the “Homeland.”
Their buttocks
are valued more than our lost lives,
our lost arms, legs, and eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some gave their lives for the homeland,
some their arm, some their leg, some their eye.
But a singer
who sacrificed a rib
for the sake of show business
to have a slim waist
is a hundred times more respected
and more famous than we are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do you remember?
No matter how warmly we dressed,
we still froze.
We lit fires out in the open.
As the long logs burned,
we pushed them forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do not be sad, my friend.
One day they will push us forward too,
like long burning logs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Are you cold again?
Those who gave their lives
are cold as well.
Their bones ache now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps we died long ago.
We simply do not know that we are dead,
just as we do not know
that we are alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Bakhtiyar Hasanov<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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E-meio<\/a><\/h3>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Voltar<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Soldados esquecidos sofrem e congelam na guerra, enquanto artistas famosos ganham mais valor e fama que os mutilados e mortos em combate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":167,"featured_media":82881,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9285,58],"tags":[11708,17751,4856,17752,17750],"class_list":["post-82799","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-literatura","category-poesias","tag-critica-social","tag-guerra-de-inverno","tag-jornal-rol","tag-memorias-de-guerra","tag-veteranos-esquecidos"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t