European Resistance Archive/European Resistance Archive (ERA)
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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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They just didn’t hit us. The commander later called a unit meeting and said:
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You see? Ciril almost fell today. It’s some kind of miracle that he’s still alive.
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We were all astounded, myself most of all.
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He said: When it gets dangerous, Ciril does not go into action anymore. He writes poems.
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I was to be a molder of Slovene words, in a time when it was officially prohibited to use the Slovene language
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and when only two years earlier I had been expelled from school for using Slovene words.
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These men paid reverence to the Slovene literary word, song, Gregorcic, Presern…
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It was constantly recited, and we all carried miniature books of Presern and Gregorcic.
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They were all too ready to protect me and keep me safe, while they went into action.
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Half of them had already fallen within a year.
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They were consciously prepared to risk their lives to protect me.
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They would fall, while I, the poet, and I wasn’t much of a poet back then, would only write poems.
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Such comradeship, such ethics as I experienced then… Mind you, I’ve mentioned one mere example…
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I never before, nor ever thereafter came across such again.
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