Confronting the Complexity of Loss
truth memory justice_final- 11st sep 2015
truth memory justice_final- 11st sep 2015
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My son was at <strong>the</strong> Mullaitivu camp when it was attacked in July 1996. It had not<br />
been a long time since my son had joined <strong>the</strong> military. After three months <strong>of</strong><br />
training, his first appointment was to <strong>the</strong> Mullaitivu camp. When he reached <strong>the</strong><br />
camp, he sent a letter saying that he had reached <strong>the</strong>re safely.<br />
We got <strong>the</strong> news that <strong>the</strong> camp was attacked <strong>the</strong> following day. My son was just<br />
19 when he joined <strong>the</strong> Army. He was my eldest son. When he joined <strong>the</strong> Army, I<br />
was serving in <strong>the</strong> Civil Defence Force.<br />
After a few months, I received a letter stating that my son was missing. At <strong>the</strong><br />
time, my wife was working in <strong>the</strong> Middle East. At first, I didn’t even tell her that<br />
our son had gone missing. I thought it would be too much for her. But about two<br />
years later, a death certificate was sent to us. So she came to know about our<br />
son’s death only when she returned home that year. Now my wife is suffering<br />
from depression. She has not worked since our son’s death and never left <strong>the</strong><br />
country again.<br />
2.7 The final stages <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> war<br />
A participant from Kilinochchi shared her personal experience during <strong>the</strong> final stages <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> war.<br />
My husband, children and I lived very peacefully before 2008. My husband was<br />
involved in agriculture in Vattakachchi. ‘The movement’ [<strong>the</strong> LTTE] asked my<br />
husband to join <strong>the</strong>ir ranks, but because our children were young and since we<br />
did not have any o<strong>the</strong>r source <strong>of</strong> income, <strong>the</strong>y did not force him to join. However,<br />
we donated a small amount <strong>of</strong> money to <strong>the</strong>m monthly. We lived in<br />
Ramanathapuram till 2008, and <strong>the</strong>n fled to Mathalan when <strong>the</strong> fighting became<br />
worse.<br />
In Mathalan, we stayed in a small hut along <strong>the</strong> open shoreline. We made sacks<br />
using <strong>the</strong> clo<strong>the</strong>s we brought with us, filled <strong>the</strong>m with sand, laid <strong>the</strong>m out and<br />
placed planks on <strong>the</strong>m. I stayed in this temporary bunker with my husband and<br />
children.<br />
Our relatives were also in this same place. When <strong>the</strong> fighting became very<br />
intense in March [2009], shells would fall on us and explode near us. Most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
time, we wouldn’t know where <strong>the</strong> shells were coming from. They kept falling.<br />
At times, we wouldn’t even hear <strong>the</strong> shell coming in—just <strong>the</strong> explosion. Bullets<br />
would come from both sides, and we were in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> it all. One day, a shell<br />
landed near our bunker and four people died right next to us. Ano<strong>the</strong>r shell attack<br />
injured my mo<strong>the</strong>r and I. We were <strong>the</strong>n moved to <strong>the</strong> Pulmottai Hospital and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
placed in <strong>the</strong> Pathaviya Hospital. My husband remained at <strong>the</strong> bunker.<br />
I later learnt that my husband had died on 21 March 2009. I don’t know what<br />
happened to him. My husband’s bro<strong>the</strong>r and o<strong>the</strong>r relatives buried my husband’s<br />
body.<br />
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