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Once I dragged a fatally wounded comrade almost three kilometers.
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Luckily, the Germans knew that a Partisan brigade was somewhere in the vicinity,
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so they chose not to hunt me down directly but tracked me through the shooting lines.
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That time I was almost sure I would die too.
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Honor prevailed over thoughts of self survival in such moments.
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It was one year later when the army ‘lent’ me to civilian society,
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to help organize Slovenian Partisan schooling in the entire Primorje territory.
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I had always collaborated in the Karst. Then I returned once again to the unit.
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I was very active in cultural matters: I wrote songs, recited at meetings.
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Brigades were named after poets, I was in the Kosovel brigade.
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There was also the Gregorcic battalion and the Levstik brigade.
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Culture and combat were amalgamated at the time.
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I had founded schools, taught, been the district headmaster and I don’t know what all, anything that was needed,
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I’d recited my poems at many a meeting…
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It was 1944 and we were sure the war would end almost the very next day.
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I was called back to the armed forces yet again. They put me among the miners.
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Once I went with a colleague to mine a track-line between Gorica and Trieste.
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We fell straight into German occupation near Doberdob. Somehow, and to me it’s still unbelievable, we stayed alive.
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I can only imagine how that group of Germans shot right past us.
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Perhaps they didn’t want to kill us, considering that we were within ten meters of them.
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