{"id":275,"date":"2017-10-28T15:39:57","date_gmt":"2017-10-28T15:39:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cronicasdesarmadas.com\/en\/?p=275"},"modified":"2017-10-31T00:00:40","modified_gmt":"2017-10-31T00:00:40","slug":"they-talked-there-and-we-fought-here","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cronicasdesarmadas.com\/en\/they-talked-there-and-we-fought-here\/","title":{"rendered":"They talked there and we fought here"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201cStarting at 00:00 hours next July 20th, all offensive activities against the State\u2019s armed forces and public and private infrastructure must cease,\u201d said in 2015, in Havana, Ivan M\u00e1rquez (nom de guerre), a guerrilla leader.<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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By the July 20th in question, 26 guerrillas had already been killed in a military operation, so FARC had ended their previous ceasefire. A general had been kidnapped and later freed in Choc\u00f3; a police post had been attacked in Gorgona, an island that became famous after serving as a prison from the late 1950s to 1984. By the time M\u00e1rquez gave his statement, FARC had ordered a new ceasefire, one that they later broke following what many deemed an atrocity: an ambush, a counter-ambush, and an assault that left 10 dead and 21 wounded soldiers, all of them sprawled in the sports complex of a small town in Cauca. According to experts, June 2015 was the most violent month in terms of FARC violent actions since the government and the guerrillas started negotiating a peace agreement. There were a total of 83 violent actions, 9 burnings of freight or passenger vehicles, 4 ambushes, 3 murders, 24 attacks against outposts manned by government forces, and 21 intentional explosions, 17 of which were directed at roads, energy, and oil-related infrastructure. By that July, a lot of oil had been spilled in Putumayo. The black stains still linger in the creeks and rivers.<\/div>\n
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There, in the Puerto Vega-Tetey\u00e9 corridor, you can see a long line of trucks resembling a worm parked on the road that leads to Ecuador. It\u2019s a dirt road even though tons and tons of money, in the form of oil, move along its path. The huge valves are opened and a thick gush comes out. The ground starts to darken as a stain spills to the sides of the road. It eventually reaches the first green leaves that surround the dirt. It advances drenching the soil until it slides into the creek where the spirit of the Nasa and the Kof\u00e1n lives. The oil slides along the ground and the jungle in front of the silent truck drivers and the distant-looking guerrillas, the same ones who, with a rifle in their hands, ordered the opening of the valves.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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The oil has fallen on the ground, the water, and the animals countless times \u2013thousands and thousands of barrels, tens of thousands of gallons, millions of liters. Black marks running through the water networks of the Putumayo and San Miguel rivers; living waters that are navigated, drank, fished. But the oil not only fell as a result of FARC\u2019s rifles; it also fell during the daily tasks of production and exploration carried out by oil corporations that, as the region\u2019s inhabitants well know, throw their wastes in the creeks and rivers: in the San Miguel, El Diamante, the Mochilero, Buenos Aires. The poisoned water lands in the wetlands, the lakes and the lagoons.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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Early in the morning of July 7, 2015, another massive worm formed by 12 trucks slowly advances through the Mansoy\u00e1 \u2013 Santana road, in a rural area of Putumayo. In front, parallel to the moving worm, a group of soldiers from Jungle Brigade 27 travel in their motorcycles. Suddenly, a fireball explodes right ahead and a hail of bullets flies from one side to the other. Some had, once again, the mission of opening the valves. The others, rifles in hand as well, had the mission of preventing that.<\/div>\n
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The caravan, a time bomb with its flammable load, halted immediately. The drivers, already used to the drill, crawled out as if it were an old Western, and threw themselves to the ground as best they could.<\/p>\n

The assailants shot from a high point, while the others, already off their bikes, hammered their rifles from the ground, their bellies slightly in the air. Surely, there were voices amid the buzzing of the bullets. Orders here, insults there, cries for help. -Someone was hit, partner, they hit him; Anguished screams. -If feels as if a bee stung you, not more, and then the blood stains your whole uniform.<\/p>\n

The bum bum kept rattling and the wounded fell. Further over there, one of the men died with a radio by his side. When Army backup arrived, the guerrillas were already gone, but one of the combatants was missing: a soldier.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013I was in that gunfight. We grabbed him and put him on a motorcycle. He was hurt. The wound was in his arm. We grabbed him, but we didn\u2019t tie him, even though we were wary because you never know. But then the comrade said: \u201cNo, we are not going to tie him. Leave him like that. He is wounded. The guard can watch him.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013From the moment we fell into that ambush and the combat started, I fought. The man who died was my radio operator. He died fighting. The way it went, I shouldn\u2019t be alive. I was wounded when I couldn\u2019t hold my rifle any more. I was wounded because I raised my arm too high while I was changing the magazine. Right then, the rifle fell and I tried to load it, but couldn\u2019t. Then, when I looked up, the guerrillas were all over me.<\/div>\n
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\u2013The Central Staff of FARC-EP informs that second lieutenant Christian Moscoso Rivera, belonging to Jungle Brigade 27, of the National Army\u2019s Sixth Division, is held by Front 32 as a result of combats between FARC-EP and the Army in the county of El L\u00edbano. The wounds he has are not of a grave nature and he is being given the necessary medical attention. We call on the national government to stop any search operations to avoid jeopardizing the life of said official. At the same time, we invite the government to set in motion the pertinent protocols for the prompt release of the second lieutenant.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013He told us that he thought we were going to kill him because over there, in his battalion, they say that we are terrorists, that we don\u2019t respect the lives of soldiers. We are not like that. We took him that day and we fed him. Look, he slept better than a guerrilla fighter. We guerrillas slept on the ground under leaves, with a mosquito net, and that was it. They brought a pad for that soldier, and we carried and set up some boards ourselves, four little boards, and wherever we stopped we cut some branches and set the boards with a piece of wood to sustain them and the pad on top. He was fed: a snack, breakfast, dinner, coffee \u2013everything.<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013They said they were going to cure me, that they we were going to treat me. That once I was fine, they were going to turn me over. I didn\u2019t believe them. I simply told them that if they were going to kill me, they should leave me somewhere my family could find me. I bled a lot. The second day, we had to walk around 14 hours and I was bleeding a lot. There was this peak were we made a halt. There, she took my shirts off and went and washed them for me. The day before, she had washed my clothes because they were all covered in blood. Eliana was the one who did that. Regardless of\u2026 she was also in that combat, she was there too.<\/div>\n
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\u2013One always says that everything has its history. People, weapons, and furthermore, these rifles, which are supposed to be only for the armed forces. There are some that are \u201cmade in Israel,\u201d and others that are \u201cmade in Colombia\u201d but they are just for them. This rifle, the one I have, has its history. We captured this one. I say, \u201cwe captured,\u201d because you always speak as a collective. We captured it in a military action that took place right around the time Christian Moscoso became our prisoner. I am not sure if this one was Christian Moscoso\u2019s rifle, or one of his partners\u2019, but it must have belonged to one of them. It\u2019s disgraceful, isn\u2019t it? Telling you this, knowing that there are dead people in the mix and, well, it\u2019s good to highlight, at least, the man\u2019s bravery. He turned himself in because it was in one of his hands and he couldn\u2019t operate the rifle any more.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013I can\u2019t speak of all of them, because I don\u2019t who you are. I speak of those who were with me, (those guerrillas) treated me well.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013We listened to the news and he yearned to listen as well because we were guarding him and he noticed: he paid attention. So we asked him if he liked listening to the news and he said yes, that he usually did it. So he asked us if we could give him a small radio as a gift. I went to the commander and told him, and the comrade said, \u201cSure.\u201d They took a small radio from another guerrilla fighter and gave it to him. He listened to the news all the time. Whenever he heard about combats and dead soldiers, he would say: \u201cDamn it, they\u2019re giving it to the soldiers pretty hard, aren\u2019t they? My poor soldiers.\u201d We laughed and said nothing. We kept quiet. I only told him: \u201cYeah, sure, this is a fight.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013This rifle wasn\u2019t mine. It belonged to another man. They gave it to him and then I received it. You see, in FARC no one has rifles, no one owns anything. We \u201cbore arms\u201d and we bore them pretty well. For us, weapons are our lives, and that\u2019s why you take care of it and protect it, because a rifle, this one for instance, it must be well kept, first of all given that it has cost human lives.<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013When he heard that I was going out, he said farewell: \u201cGoodbye, lads.\u201d We asked him one question, one man from (Front) 32 asked him what he would do if he found one of us guerrillas dressed as a civilian in town. He said: \u201cNo, all normal, I would shake his hand.\u201d That\u2019s what Moscoso said. And then the guerrilla said: \u201cConfess, don\u2019t be an asshole.\u201d That\u2019s how the guerrilla put it, all in confidence. So the soldier said: \u201cI would shake his hand.\u201d He repeated the same thing, and the guy insisted that no. I am not sure how the matter finally ended between them.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013I think that those from Havana can realize that the weapons that are under their custody and those we\u2019ve left in the containers are well-kept weapons. Why? Because a guerrilla fighter takes good care of them. They are given to him and he must care for them. Suddenly, the commander would say: \u201cCome here, let me check your rifle.\u201d Then, if it was dirty, and that happened often, well, then, logically, it meant that we didn\u2019t deserve to bear it: \u201cGive me that rifle right now!\u201d the commander would say, and then hand it over to a man who was tidy. Because if you are too lazy to bear it, then it must be given to someone else, someone who will bear it, take good care of it, keep it well. It\u2019s simple: if you don\u2019t take good care of it, it starts deteriorating. And in our case, we can\u2019t just wait for it to deteriorate, because this was a war and we needed a working rifle.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s the way it was when the conflict was still going on. Today, we clean them to keep them well and pretty, so that when they melt them there won\u2019t be too much mud coming out [laughter].<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013We had him for a month, perhaps less, I think. We couldn\u2019t speak to him. We were there in camp and he was over there, as if he was part of a cache. He thought that we were different. A girl earned his trust, a nurse. She took care of him, cleaned him. He was all in for her. He was the last one, the last one we turned over in this unit. In those days, the days of the peace process, they were talking in Havana. They talked there and we fought here.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That day, there was no oil stain spilling through the jungle and the roads. The combat, in the end, prevented that. Nevertheless, the oil keeps on seeping through the forests and the waters, spilling all over after an improvised tube designed to steal it suddenly explodes; leaking in front of the eyes of the local people, those who wield hoes and dirt instead of rifles.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\u2013 Starting at 00:00 hours next July 20th\u2026 Iv\u00e1n M\u00e1rquez\u2019s voice resonated all the way from the island.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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On July 20th, the day after FARC-EP freed the last soldier they had kidnapped, a new indefinite and unilateral ceasefire was decreed. A year later, on June 26, 2016, a \u201cbilateral\u201d and \u201cdefinitive\u201d ceasefire was signed. Nearly a year after that, on August 2017, the doors of the containers holding the weapons of FARC-EP former combatants were finally closed. Soon, the weapons will be deactivated and destroyed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

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\nThe voice of one of the former combatants that is reproduced in this story was heard in a restaurant in La Carmelita Normalization Zone, in Putumayo, right by the Puerto Vega-Tetey\u00e9 corridor, where he agreed to reminisce on the six \u201chard\u201d battles in which he fought and came out unwounded thanks to his skills and training.
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\nThe other former combatant told his story sitting a few feet from his new temporary house in La Carmelita Normalization Zone, where he lives with his girlfriend and their baby. A Galil rifle with UN bar codes rested on his lap. Just a few hours later, he laid down his weapon in one of the containers disposed to that end. In exchange for it, he received documents that accredited his laying down his arms, thus starting his new life as a civilian.
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\nThe man who stated that the second lieutenant was being held by Front 32 was Joaqu\u00edn G\u00f3mez (nom de guerre), commander of what was then FARC-EP\u2019s Southern Bloc and a peace delegate for the guerrilla\u2019s negotiations with the Colombian government, in Havana, Cuba.
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\nThe voice of Christian Moscoso was sourced from the archives of Informativo Insurgente, a FARC-EP online newscast that Colombian and international media reproduced on the day of the second lieutenant\u2019s liberation. His voice was drowned by the sound of a helicopter landing nearby Christian spoke slowly in front of the FARC cameras, seemingly weighing his words.
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