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The Battle of Sardarabad

Only a small area of Armenian territory now remained unconquered by the Turks, and into that area hundreds of thousands of Armenian refugees had fled. It seemed only a matter of time before that too would be overrun.

By 22 May 1918 the Turks had captured Hamamlu (modern Spitak), half-way between Alexandropol and Karakilisa. Communications between Tiflis and Yerevan were now cut. Then, from Alexandropol, Turkish forces began a three-pronged attack, in an attempt to seize all that remained of Armenia. In this encounter, usually known as the battle of Sardarabad, Armenian forces finally hurled back the Turkish army and saved the eastern heartland of Armenia from the Turks.

The Turks attacked Nazarbekian at Karakilisa, and forced him back towards Dilijan. But there he stood firm. Around Yerevan itself the Armenian forces were commanded by General Silikian (Silikov). Two prongs of the Turkish advance were aimed directly at Yerevan. To halt their approach from Hamamlu, Silikian formed a thousand-strong force of riflemen, under the command of the Dashnak partisan leader Dro. This force held the Turkish advance at the defile of Bash Abaran. Just a little way west of Echmiadzin, the Armenian holy city, the third section of the Turkish advance was held, at Sardarabad. Indeed, the Armenians not only held them, they managed to throw the Turks back, until by the evening of May Silikian had forced them back 50 kilometers from Sardarabad, and a few days later Dro had driven them back towards Hamamlu.

In this time of supreme crisis for the Armenians they had halted the Turkish advance for the first time since the dismal evacuation of Erzindjan, and succeeded in throwing it back. Had they failed, it is perfectly possible that the word Armenia would have henceforth denoted only an antique geographical term (like Cappadocia). But despite being outnumbered by about two to one, and being deserted by their 'colleagues' in the Transcaucasian Federation (for the Georgians had abtained German protection, and the Tatars had no desire to hinder an advance of the Ottoman forces), they defeated the Turks in all three encounters.

Just as the Armenians had seized the initiative, and appeared able to force the Turks to retreat to Alexandropol and perhaps to Kars, Silikian received the order from Nazarbekian --- 'Cease fire'. A truce had been concluded in Batum. Silikian and his men were amazed and angry, since the Turks were running like rabbits; he was advised to disregard the order, declare himself dictator and continue the counter-attack. But he obeyed the order, notwithstanding, for which there were in fact pressing reasons, since ammunition was extremely low, and it was doubtful whether the Armenians could have reached Alexandropol before Turkish reinforcements had been brought up.

Im Nazelis
My Dear


Amen or kes em hieschum, im sirelis,
Everyday I remember you, my love

orerov kes em gantschum im nazelis.
Daily it is you I call for my dear

Amen or kes em hieschum, im sirelis,
Everyday I remember you, my love

orerov kes em gantschum im nazelis.
Daily it is you I call for my dear

Schud ari e aranz kes el tschem garogh,
Hurry, without you I am not able

gianks darabel e, el shud ari,
My life is worthless, hurry

Sbaselow (d)jermagel en im maseres,
My hair has turned gray waiting for you

aranz kes el ginks tschunem, el schud ari...
Without you I have no life, hurry

Amen or kes em hieschum, im sirelis,
Everyday I remember you, my love


orerov kes em gantschum im nazelis.
Daily it is you I call for, my dear

Amen or kes em hieschum, im sirelis,
Everyday I remember you, my love

orerov kes em gantschum im nazelis.
Daily it is you I call for, my dear

For anyone that doesn't know, Vic Darchinyan is a professional boxer. Anyways, this past weekend he had a fight in Vegas and it was nice to see there was support from the Armenian community out there as the cameras panned the crowd. And the pride I felt wasn't just about the flag but knowing that there are other Armenians in the world who haven't given up fighting. Who haven't thrown in the towel and admitted defeat but want to prove to the world that we have heart... even at a mere 112 lbs. There aren't too many knockout punchers in the fly weight class but Darchinyan has proved to be in a class of his own winning most of his fights by Knockout. His style is very unorthodox but if you ever get a chance to catch one of his fights, I guarantee you that he'll give 100%. They had to stop the fight this weekend because his opponent claimed he had a broken jaw and Darchinyan fell short of another knockout....he stops at nothing short of success. He has found his passion and his gift. Best of luck to him in the future.

A farm in Wisconsin is quickly becoming hallowed ground for American Indians with the birth of its third white buffalo, an animal considered sacred by many tribes for its potential to bring good fortune and peace.

"That's destiny," he said. "The message was only choose one person."

The white buffalo is particularly sacred to the Cheyenne, Sioux and other nomadic tribes of the Northern Plains that once relied on the buffalo for subsistence.

According to a version of the legend, a white buffalo, disguised as a woman wearing white hides, appeared to two men. One treated her with respect, and the other didn't. She turned the disrespectful man into a pile of bones, and gave the respectful one a pipe and taught his people rituals and music. She transformed into a female white buffalo calf and promised to return again.

That this latest birth is a male doesn't make it any less significant in American Indian prophecies, which say that such an animal will reunite all the races of man and restore balance to the world, Hand said. He said the buffalo's coat will change from white to black, red and yellow, the colors of the various races of man, before turning brown again.


I guess they're still making pretty good use of that pipe...LOL.

The moral of the story...treat women with respect or end up as a pile of bones

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the man.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator.

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

"Now it's time to visit heaven."

So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."

The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I don't understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted."

One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along
the beach with the Lord.

Across the dark sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the
very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.

"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life there is
only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when I needed you most
you would leave me."

The Lord replied "My precious, precious child,
I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that I carried you."

Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.

We are rich only through what we give, and poor only through what we refuse.

Make yourself necessary to somebody. Do not make life hard to any.

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.

Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.

Manners require time, and nothing is more vulgar than haste.

Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)

Success

"To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!" ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Failure

"There are two kinds of failures: those who thought and never did, and those who did and never thought." ~Laurence J. Peter

Future

"When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened." ~John M. Richardson, Jr

It makes me sick to my stomach
I can't stand it anymore
What kind of coward throws a bomb
On top of buildings in a war
Killing scores of innocent women
And the children that they bore

Their hands are red with blood
Their faces flush white
Their fingers on the trigger
Firing missles in flight
They talk about the peace
But there is no peace in sight

I can't imagine the terror
In the eyes of a mother
Who just lost one of her children
And can't bear to lose another
Her heart torn to pieces
Clings on to her only other

They lie to our faces
Their words no sense or rhyme
Those who have done wrong
Will pay for their crime
The truth can't be hidden
It always comes out in time

They can't justify the cause
Since its for money, gold and oil
They tell you its for other reasons
And blame it on religious soil
Their fate will be pure hell
Burning to the point of boil

My heart is filled with sorrow
For all of those who died
And the suffering of their family
All of those who cried
As Armenians it hits close to home
Our people suffered the genocide

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