My grandfather Ömer also reached the Afyon front ninety years ago via the train that passed through here. Those women at the oxcart you see in the pictures, my child; the feet of those hardworking, hardworking, loyal, and selfless grandmothers have left their mark here. Back then, the wheels of oxcarts and horse-drawn carts turned on the roads where our vehicle's wheels now turn. The feet of donkeys, water buffalo, camels, oxen, and horses left their mark here. Those marks, as you know, are gone now! But the spiritual traces remain in our memories! When eyes see these places, hearts beat for "homeland, flag, nation, freedom, independence, martyrdom." It wasn't for nothing, my child, that the late poet Mehmet Akif wrote these lines:
Don't pass by the ground you step on, calling it "dirt"; recognize it;
Think of the thousands lying shrouded beneath you…
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