Sci-Fi Story - Two Occupations (English)

The ocean was loaded with warships. Cruisers, torpedoes, strengthening supply ships were making their last moves previously the barrage at the port. There was nobody in the boulevards in light of the fact that the general population were on high levels at the administration's order. We were sitting tight for the siege of the Russian Navy, holding our breath with the trenches.

Not too far off, when the sun set on the Black Sea, the siege started. The boats' balls detonated together with such a major roar, to the point that we figured our ears would be hard of hearing. There was a surge of flame on us from the ocean. The scaffold connecting of the town with Trabzon and the structures behind us crumbled, the town stayed in the residue. Since the structures were devastated, our trenches were never again secured. At the point when the residue went down, the boats strengthened the fire in the region where the trenches were found. There was an unwavering assault, the weapons stores of the boats did not complete, a portion of our officers were martyred as a result of the detonating balls in the trenches, some covered alive in the trenches.

At the point when the assault was finished, the sun sank, and the earth had turned out to be hard to see. It smells like blood and powder, and my ears were ringing a direct result of the thunder. As every one of the commandants kicked the bucket, Shakir Corporal took order. He experienced the trenches and assembled the survivors. In a profound burrowed trench, we were assembled as the last seventeen officers staying alive. There were two youthful warriors who were crying and whimpering, and the corporal censured and shup them up.

"I won't let anyone say the armed force has surrendered the town to the adversary without a solitary shot. We won't leave here until the point that we will be martyrized." We have put the three automatic rifles to crossfire Russian troops. Shakir Corporal put five officers in a single line behind each assault rifle so if the one in front was shot the following could proceed. I was ahead of the pack. We were in a profound burrowed trench, we had cherry trees before us, and they were probably not going to see us in the sundown of night.

Shakir Corporal checked the shot boxes alongside the automatic rifle and stated, "I will shoot the ones who shoot before the adversary gets 50 meters nearer."

Russian warriors arrived in bunches with water crafts. They arranged and strolled into the city from the port, saying the song of devotion. My heart was pulsating quick. When they drew near, we began shooting from three bearings, as Shakir Corporal said. The automatic weapon was working impeccably, and void projectile shells was always dropping beside me. We found them napping and hit a considerable measure of troopers. They couldn't find us in that frenzy state, and the individuals who made a go couldn't get a positive outcome. I was terminating as though several our saints had gone along with me. When I completed the shots in the primary box, we tied the second strip, and I continued discharging while they were pulling back. Behind the slope, we had two old guns. When we let go them, there was an awesome frenzy in the foe. The individuals who survived rushed on their vessels and withdrew to the boats. I consumed such huge numbers of projectiles that there's not a solitary leaf left on the tree before me.

We started to play horon in the trench with happiness and energy. One of the companions who played horon was seeping on the cheek. Turns out a shrapnel had opened a gap in his cheek, and he didn't see it. We simply moved his cheek with a gauze and went ahead to the horon.

People playing horon with traditional clothes

Once the Russians moved beyond freeze, they backpedaled on the vessels and landed once more. An injection of mounted guns lifted the earth before me and covered me in the trench. This time I couldn't discover time to escape the ground and head the automatic weapon. The dirt on me was free, I could inhale better and more terrible, and I held up without moving. I heard a couple of hand-held shots and Russian discussions. I held my breath, pressed my teeth. I said to myself, 'Assume you're dead, Ali Riza, on the off chance that they take you, they'll tear you separated.' I held up until the point when my body was casual and the officers go by me. The voices ceased, I held up somewhat more, and after that I went out and cover up in the dimness and went to a town of the town, from that point to the level.

My grandson cherishes the stories of occupation, and he stated, "You let this one go and tell the other one."

After the Bolshevik Revolution, the Russians withdrew from the Black Sea, and when the war was won under the authority of Mustafa Kemal Pasha, we came back to our vineyards and greenery enclosures. Coincidentally, I got hitched, and had kids.

In 1928, when the climate was warm and the grass in the town was insufficient for steers and sheep, we went to the good countries as it was toward the start of each late spring. Around then, there were no autos or tracks. With two steeds, one jackass, eight steers and forty sheep, and following a twelve-hour walk we touched base on the good country.

The good country was cool and murky. We entered our tribal good country cottage, set fire and settled. I like the bloom and bug of the good country, so I needed to go out and stroll in the prairie. In the snare, I saw something round with a vault that resembled a monster adjusted bread. I figure my eyes were misdirecting. What was that auto measured iron thing doing on the garden of the level? I strolled somewhat further and moved toward it. In the mean time, a slight breeze exploded and scattered the smoke around. It was not neither in a plane shape, nor in a ship frame, it was a peculiar vehicle. I pivoted and quickly educated my sibling Ilyas. We must get our rifles up and examine what we will do.

"How about we tell the commander of the ship not to attack our property, " Ilyas said.

I stated, "Sibling Ilyas, the ship would be adrift."

I think it was a little plane without any wings and no propeller, it has landed straightforwardly from the sky as the grass in the territory was not squashed. This could have been a vehicle that the nonnatives have newfound, maybe our nation was being attacked subtly, and it was important to make an answer to the legislature.

"How about we go converse with the pilot of the little plane" Ilyas said. He's stiff-necked, he doesn't care to manage government and gendarme, he likes to do everything for himself.

There was an entryway on the plane. Ilyas pointed the rifle, he arranged to shoot at the entryway. Sibling Ilyas are you oblivious, you will shoot at the plane, and it will wave a bomb to you, and we will convey our soul to this mountainside.

"It is anything but a plane, it's an aircraft" Ilyas said.

I contacted the surface of the aircraft, it was made of metal material that looks like aluminum, and I hand-tapped the entryway. At that point I shouted out as much as I can, "Who are you, my kinsmen?". We held up a while, there was no solid.

"They were embarrassed about us, we should go home, eat, and afterward see from a far distance" Ilyas said.

"It's body isn't completely situated on the ground, it won't meddle with the sheep and the steers." I said.

When we simply completed our supper, our shepherd puppy began woofing. The entryway of the aircraft was opened and transformed into a little slope, a four-wheeled vehicle like a staple truck arrived on the ground and began burrowing the ground with its arm. Ilyas woke up with a stir and strolled to the side of the ship, so I tailed him. Three metal flying creatures from the door of the ship, similar to a bat, started to fly towards us. We grabbed the rifles and shot them immediately. The flares ricocheted off their wings and returned. Both the metal winged creatures and four-wheeled vehicle returned into the ship promptly, the entryway shut.

"I don't comprehend who these individuals are" said Ilyas and discharged his weapon. The projectile ricocheted back on the ship without a follow." Let's not answer to the administration for the time being, " Ilyas said.

The neighbors transformed the place into a sanctum in two days, since grass under the ship grew excessively much, despite the fact that the administration had not yet known. There were individuals who made a desire and dressed the leg of the ship, a few people brought their patients and laid them under it for mending, and others asked under it; the vessel had been the stimulation subject of the general population.

The following day, I was incredulous that the nonnatives had a terrible arrangement, so I went and enlightened the senator regarding the circumstance. The representative didn't accept what I told. "Ace, I am a veteran of the freedom war, I read this daily paper each day, and I am not an insensible man." I said.

At the point when the warriors checked and acknowledged I was coming clean, they proclaimed the place a confined territory and tossed us out. "Who are you tossing, you didn't know anything in the event that I didn't report?" I said. The legislature took away the horon players, the wishers and the admirers, alongside us. They carried substantial guns with haggles the aircraft. Despite the fact that the aircraft fell with the heaviness of the guns that hit, it stood up individually unfailingly, and there was no follow on it.

I got notification from the administration assistant that the subject went to the ears of president, he was furious at them as a result of their oblivious work, he was coming to Trabzon.

After three days, Mustafa Kemal Pasha went to our good country on the pony. He had riders' jeans on, long dark boots on his feet, a top on his head. He carried specialists with him from the plane network. There was a shine in his blue eyes, as though his look were puncturing a gap, and he was perusing every one of that was going ahead in our heart. I disclosed to Mustafa Kemal Pasha that we were veterans of the war of freedom, that we were appreciative to him for sparing our nation, and that we were prepared to battle again if we somehow managed to confront the foes once more. Pasha disliked the say of war and hand kissing service, conveyed the subject to the aircraft and things inside. After Ilyas told what happened, he said that individuals trusted Pasha originated from the sky like the air vessel. It was ill bred to articulate such silly thoughts even with the Pasha, and I wish I had been in the ground right then and there.

"Try not to have confidence in such prattle, my kid," said the Pasha, snickering, and he started to move towards the carrier with his company. Since they didn't give us access, Ilyas and I went to a slope where we could perceive what was happening. As Mustafa Kemal Pasha came nearer, the entryway of the carrier opened, and three metal feathered creatures started to fly relentlessly at his eye level. Did the Pasha could speak with them, in the event that he could, what did he let them know, which was all a puzzle for me. After Pasha left, the flying creatures went down to the ground as though they were playing horon. At that point they took the aircraft and left our property as they came.