Reflections
by the Commander in Chief
CHE
I
make a halt in my daily struggle to bow my head in respect and gratitude to the
exceptional combatant who fell in combat on October 8th, forty years
ago; for the example he passed on to us as leader of his Rebel Army Column,
crossing the swampy grounds of the former provinces of Oriente and Camagüey,
while being chased by enemy troops. He
was the liberator of the city of
I
thank him for what he tried and failed to do in his home country, because he
was like a flower prematurely severed from its stem.
He
left to us his unmistakable literary style. He was elegant, swift and true to
every detail of whatever happened to cross his mind. He was a predestinate, but he didn’t know
it. He still fights with us and for us.
Yesterday,
we commemorated the 31st anniversary of the killing of all
passengers and the crew of a Cubana airliner blown in mid-air, and we are on
the threshold of the tenth anniversary of the cruel and unjust imprisonment of
the five Cuban anti-terrorist heroes. We
likewise bow our heads in respect to them all.
It
was with great emotion that I watched and heard the commemoration ceremony on
TV.
Fidel
Castro Ruz