Great Grandfather's Poem: Guerrilla Warfare in Anatolia

Tavid's grandfather had written a poem when he was in his twenties.

The poem told of freedom fighters (Fedayees) of a generation gone by.

Sleep by day to protect by night

Autonomous upon yourselves

Alone you are with your plight

Be wary of spies, traitors posing as friends

From them stay apart or meet your end

Your weapons are as children

Keep clean, dressed and dry

Kill only when essential

Then to escape you must try

Have reserves and supplies

Hidden for you and your brothers

And a place to hide

They will come in numbers

For the few of you that still have your pride