who refused to 'dance with the tune' as most of his fellow officers did during the Martial Law regime. This principled military officer was aghast at how democracy is being blatantly trampled and the people vocally opposing the regime being jailed or mercilessly murdered with the women being raped even.
Unable to take the abuses anymore, he secretly joined an underground movement that resisted the dictatorship. He was known in the underground as 'Ka Rass. He knew it was a great risk to his life and his family but he deep in his heart, he also knew he had to do something to help end the dictatorship.
One day, he was assigned to be part of a military unit that was tasked to cart away gold bars from the Central Bank and ship them abroad. He refused to be part of it and that was when the other officers became suspicious of him. He was shadowed from then on. And since he was privy to the plan to ship gold bars out of the country, they wanted to silence him for good.
And so it happened. A group of unidentified men carted him off one day. He was found later on with a bullet wound in his head and 142 stab wounds all over his body.
Days before this happened, the young officer already sensed that he is marked for liquidation. And so he called for his daughter to prepare her for such a likelihood. The daughter who is now known as Ka Sesa Digma among today's progressive groups fighting for truth and justice can and will never forget that night she had her last embrace with her father before he was murdered. The incident made a deep dent on her young mind. But more important, it imbued in her the same patriotism, the same fervent spirit to champion freedom.
This is Warrior Princess' own account of that 'last embrace' she had with her father:
THE LAST EMBRACE FROM MY FATHER
By: Warrior Princess
By: Warrior Princess
Twenty Nine years ago at around this time, when my brother
suddenly appeared in my boarding house door. He said he came
to fetch me as ordered by our father. I was hesitant to go home, I was
preparing for my final exams but my brother was adamant that I must go home
urgently. We left the town and we started our journey home. When we arrived
home, from a distance I saw my smiling Papa waiting for us at the gate. I got
off the vehicle and I came running to catch his open arms. I asked him what the
urgency was and he said I miss you my warrior princess. I thought it was silly
of him to pull me out of my school but I was glad to be home.
My mom said ‘lunch is ready’ and so my entire family feasted on
tinolang native na manok. After our meal, our maids together with my mom left
our farm cottage and took with them the rest of my siblings as per my father’s
wishes. Papa started to hum the guitar and we started jamming his favourite
patriotic songs but ‘Bayan Ko’ was the most touching of all. After the music
session, my father started talking to me. He talked about democracy and why he
fought against the Marcos tyranny. He said as a man in uniform, he sworn to
serve the people and that his love for his country was absolute. To see my
freedom secured, to give my family a new hope is an additional bonus. He
lectured me about the importance of freedom, he talked about his life as a
political prisoner and those who were jailed with him. He talked about Ninoy
and the rest of the VIP political prisoners whom he shared the cell with. He
talked about their struggles behind bars and their dreams as soon as they
become free. It was like a lecture session while he was brushing up to me the
dictatorship era and Edsa Revolution. He apologized for taking me to his
underground operations and for exposing me to the dangerous work that he was
doing for the country. He asked me to speak up and to say honestly what I
thought of what he did. I asked him why me and his answer was because I have
that warrior’s spirit & bravery just like him. He stood up and grabbed his
caliber 45 and he passed me another gun. We started to shoot at the target range
and we had so much fun. When we got tired of shooting, we went inside the
cottage. My father sat beside me and said something that I could never forget
for the rest of my life. In his words he said ‘there are 3 things I want you to
promise me my princess’
1. When I am gone, be strong for your mom and siblings
2. You will keep the secrets that I entrusted you
3. No matter what happens, protect democracy at all cost
2. You will keep the secrets that I entrusted you
3. No matter what happens, protect democracy at all cost
My father made me swear to God and so I did. He opened his arms,
he embraced me tightly and touched my hair. He said ‘you know where the guns
are kept, use it if the need arise’. He kissed my forehead and told me he had a
political meeting to attend to at 5pm. All of a sudden I started to get worried
so I begged him to stay. He asked me to calm down and that I have no reasons to
be scared. Papa hugged me once more and I was clinging hardly until he got away
from me. I wanted to run after him but my mom came out and shhhh me. Little did
I know that what comes next would change my life forever.
At 10pm my Papa’s bodyguards arrived in our house, they brought
a shocking news that my father was taken away. Our personnel left the house to
help find my father's whereabout but they could not find any trace of him but
they came across the scattered blood by the pathway. A few hours passed by
before my family’s private guards were able to locate my missing father. He was
gruesomely murdered (salvaged) and dumped in the canals of a nearby farmland.
His body bore a total of 142 stab wounds and a bullet wound to his head. His
stomach organs scattered as well as his brains. They took his cadaver to the
morgue where my mom and uncle went to claim his remains after few hours.
As a 13 year old kid, I learned to become tough right at that
moment. For weeping is a sign of weakness and weakness I can’t show to my
siblings. I gathered our belongings, ready to go at any minute. My 15 year old
brother went rampaged, he left the house and took 1 of my father’s gun. I was
the oldest left in the house and with a 5 yrs old and 3 yrs old brothers and a
baby sister. My head was spinning at that time and was thinking of what was to
come next. Will my father’s enemies come to finish us all? What should I do to
protect my siblings? I was getting ready for any eventuality until I heard the
cars at the gate. To my delight, it was my family’s vehicles who came to fetch
us from our house. I was told that we have to evacuate immediately and will
never return there. We left right away and that was the last time I had a
glimpse of that home. To this day, I loathe the way I lost my father. I could
not bear to set my foot to revisit the place where his life was taken away. I
can't move on, how can I? The Marcos loyalists who did it to my father have
escaped the law of man. I'm trying to live my incomplete life knowing that God
will give us the justice in the end. Papa it’s been 29 yrs since you were taken
away from us but every single day I still long for you. You said I should
accept whatever will happen to you and I said yes... but the fact is I could
not. I know that if given a chance, you will still do what you did for
Inangbayan and I will still live fatherless just like today. Acceptance is hard
but my consolation is knowing that you fulfilled your dreams for me and for
your country. You’ve been a great democratic warrior Pa but above all you are
the greatest dad I know and I am so proud of you! I will always cherish your
memories and as I promised you, I will continue what you started. I will fulfil
my promises to you Pa, I will be as patriotic as you!
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