It’s
September 1944. On the fourth of the month, the German troops depart Messinia along
with the neighbouring regions of Lakonia and Ileia, heading towards Tripoli and
Korinth. The city of Kalamata is defended by a force of six hundred men from
the security battalion and two hundred from the military police under the
control of the regional governor Dimitri Perroti.
The
next day, the communists arrive in the city. Their leader is Nikos Belogiannis
who’s been sent from Athens to demand the surrender of the city to the
communists. The regional governor, with the consent of the rest of the local
authorities, explicitly and categorically refuses the demand. And so at dawn on
the 9th of September, the red brutes fell upon Kalamata.
Fatefully
the defenders were rich in fighting spirit but poor in effective weapons with
most defensive posts and quarters of the city falling into enemy hands by the
end of the first night. By midnight the only defensive position still left
standing was the centre of Kalamata, where the command of the military police
had its headquarters. The surviving fighters, the frightened civilians and the
leaders of the region had gathered in the centre of the city. The noose was
slowly closing around them. Time was running out and there was an urgent need
for decisive action. It was discussed and then unanimously agreed that as the
situation was hopeless; everyone would retreat firstly to the railway station
and from then on to the still free town of Meligala. In a short time after the
decision, the retreat was carried out with over one thousand nationalists
reaching Meligala. This is where the critical battle would take place!
The
battle started on September 13 with the hordes of Aris Velouchiotis launching a
frenzied mass attack. The defence of the heroic Meligala was very well
organised. There were around seven hundred fighters divided around defensive posts
ready to fight in a traditional Greek way. The leader of the nationalist forces
was D Papadopoulos. The summary of the first day of the battle was bad for the
communists as not only was their attack repelled but the nationalist resistance
forced them into a disorderly retreat leading to the capture of twelve of their
machine guns.
The
next day, before the religious holiday of the Holy Cross, the communists
carried out another attack supported by artillery and mortar fire. However
while the defence of Meligala was holding strong, there were nine dead and
twenty three wounded. That night there was a stock take of ammunition and it
was evident that they would soon be running out. It was obvious that the
following hours would be the final stand in the defence of the town. Yet not
one fighter moved from their position, not one backed down. Faithfully
following the ancient Greek military tradition, the nationalists were
determined to fall together!
The communists launched
their attack early on the morning of the 15th of September. The
defenders of the town and of the honour of the People fire their last shots.
The invaders of Meligala judged by the infrequent firing of the defenders that
the ammunition of the nationalists was running out and they double their
efforts.
Simultaneously,
the loud speakers are heard “Surrender! Your efforts are useless. Aris
(Velouchiotis, the leader of the Greek communists) gives his word of honour
that no-one will touch you”. As if it was possible for these dishonourable
people to have honour.
Around
midday the leader of the nationalist forces D. Papadopoulos, who was running
from defensive post to post encouraging his fighters, is badly wounded in the
stomach and is taken away. That was the beginning of the end. At 12.30 all gunfire
ceases. The ammunition had run out! A short time later, the communists enter
Meligala! Their first target was the hospital. There they murder all the
patients, forty one in total. Then they begin butchering the nationalists
wherever they found them, on the road, in the village square, in the houses
etc.
They
then gather all the civilians and remaining fighters in a high walled, closed
off area known as the Bezesteni. They force them to take off their clothes and
shoes, except their undergarments. They are kept standing there completely
vulnerable, semi-naked while outside communists who have come from surrounding
areas gather. Like crazed vultures they come into the Bezesteni and pick out
whoever catches their eye, grab them and slaughter them in full view of all the
captives despite the cries of the panicked women and children.
The
blood thirsty “Leader” watches the scenes on horseback so that he has a clear
view and laughs sadistically. He laughs at the torture of the Greeks and urges
those who hesitate to go and have a “snack” A human “snack”! Totally debased!
At
the same time, other communists who had a greater talent for stealing entered
the empty houses and took whatever they found. As if that wasn’t enough, when
they were finished their orgy of plunder, they set fire to the houses! Their
orders from their perverted arch criminal leader Velouchioti were clear: Don’t
leave a stone standing in Meligala! Fire and axes!
The
plan to exterminate the Greeks was proceeding at a rapid pace. The perverted
brute Velouchiotis personally examined the area surrounding Meligala to choose
the best place for the slaughter. It was a reservoir sixteen metres deep and
four metres wide, an unfinished attempt to supply Meligala with water. It was
called Pigada and is found south-west of the town. He returns to the Bezesteni,
gathers the communists and reveals his plan. They immediately begin to carry it
out. The prisoners are tied together in
threes with chords and wires and are directed on foot to the place of their
martyrdom, which is around two kilometres away. Anyone who hesitates is
savagely punished by the communists with whips, whoever falls is stabbed on the
spot along with the two people that are tied together with them. Along the way
the frenzied communists scream hysterically “Death! Death to the fascists!”
On the edge of the Pigada,
the executioners were waiting. They were the most fanatic, the most brutal, the
least trustworthy, they were the ones who know how to work the knives and tin
cans the best, the most experienced butchers of the Greek people. As soon as
the prisoners arrive there, they are untied and directed to the edge of the
Pigada. The butchers in quick movements seize their victims from their hair and
slice them deeply in the neck. Afterwards they throw them in the Pigada. The
first slaughtered died immediately from the fall but when the pit started to
fill with bodies, the rest of the victims fall half-dead on top of them and
died a slow, tortuous death. New bodies are constantly being thrown in.
This huge human slaughter
lasted for three days. The final body count is horrendous: one thousand Greek
patriots, of both sexes and of all ages were thrown into the Pigada. If we
count the five hundred who were murdered elsewhere, there were one thousand
five hundred victims who fell prey to the criminal appetites of the guardians
of pan-slavism!
This dear readers was, in
short, the story of a never before seen in Greek history crime of the
communists. The greek state did it’s duty until 1974. After this, the official
event honouring and remembering the brutally slaughtered victims at Meligala
became a “celebration of hate” and it continues without the presence of state
or political representatives from the “parliamentary spectrum”. Thankfully due
to the continued presence of the fighters in arms of Golden Dawn and the
relatives of the victims, the memorial is carried out as it should be. The
wheel is turning slowly dear readers, the giant of Hellenism is waking up and
there where we’d become disheartened we suddenly see a blinding light that
shines on the future of our dearest country. It is the light of the Golden Dawn
of Hellenism and it is the duty of all of us to follow it!
Written by G. Dimitrakopoulou, retired educator,
Translated by XA Sydney
My Papou was one that escaped because his cousin was a communist. He told the general that he had a beef with this one and the general let him "take care of him" and he let him escaped into the land. I do not know how or where he hid to not get found, but we are living because of that one action! Tho I am born & raised in California, USA, it breaks my heart to those other families that perished.
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