Little Motor Brigade
As the bomber hovers in the sky and crashes like a 'prey charcoal', it must have a knack for raising anti-aircraft guns and aiming ammunition at aircraft. The toddler likes it a lot. In most fights he stands close to a fifty caliber rifle.
Ivan will fight with the airplanes in a potty competition that is appropriate for minors. Ivan never let go of aircraft to hit the right target. At the end of the fight, the target of the aircraft will be their pick-up trucks with anti-aircraft guns.
The toddler is never afraid of dangers. His fights with planes do not rest either.
The struggle life of that enthusiastic young man is different and the world is amazed.
He was iconic when it came to movement. Was thin. Since there was already a friend named Siri, the name Kuttisiri, which is akin to his appearance, has remained.
With the temporary training at one of the Tiger camps, the cub's fighting life began. At first he was given the job of building the dot. The work of taking the blanks of used bullets and filling them with medicine and making new ones.
After that first day of experimenting with ammunition his whole thinking was related to ammunition.
When the Tigers' first invention, the six-inch motor, was produced, his contribution to it was enormous. Kuttisiri was overjoyed when he fired the missile at Kallundai near Jaffna and successfully launched the first one.
Although many different types of missiles have been invented in the history of the Tigers today with the help of modern technologies, its starting point came from this six-inch motor that moves very slowly.
The motor was named 'Kuttichiri'.
When the motorcycle started firing at the fort army camp, the little boy stopped nearby.
The first projectile fell into the yard and exploded.
The second missile advanced slightly and fell into the fort trench.
The third missile exploded inside the fort wall, enjoying the LTTE's intriguing views.
Inside the wall, two soldiers were killed and several others were wounded.
It was that projectile that put an end to the invader's restful sleep in the fort.
The little boy had a wealth of knowledge about the movement of dawn. He learned most from his experiences.
If we have the technological know-how that the world has today, then Ivan's contribution to the movement, which dropped out of school with the tenth grade, is astounding.
He was as light-hearted as he was intense in fights. Comrades cry whenever they are in danger. That too is his nature.
He laughs happily without trying to control himself whenever he sees success. It was the laughter of a child with cheeks raised and eyes together.
The last child born after six siblings was a cub. The pet had the stubbornness and power of being the last child in the family within the movement.
One day, a helicopter was patrolling the suburbs of Jaffna and sorting ammunition.
The aircraft was aimed at the "van" of the little boy who was loading the scrap iron needed for the missile factory. The driver was a toddler. He is an excellent driver who can drive without any stress. A few years before he got into motion, he had the experience of driving vehicles.
The helicopter crashed several times for him.
He entered the camp amidst the mocking reception of the comrades. Kittannai also stood there. His eyes were troubled. "Beat me up," he said. He was adamant that he should be beaten and chased. Kittan understood the mind of the pinch. A pickup truck loaded with 'Fifty Calipers' guns went off.
Kuttisiri fired the 'Fifty Caliper' rifle. The aircraft soared slightly, realizing the fierce opposition coming from below, ending the fight between him and the helicopter for a short time; Then disappeared. This is an incident of his. There are so many incidents to tell his story like this.
Kittan was very much in love with the little one. Kuttisiri was more iconic than everyone else at the time. Because of that all the comrades showered affection on him. The little girl kept her life in the closet. In those days, we had to fight every day with soldiers leaving military camps. Then Ivan would stand like a shadow near the barn.
The little boy was in agony when he lost one of his legs to a bomb blast by anti-nationals.
After the Indo-Sri Lanka Accord, Kittan went to India on an Indian Air Force flight to Kittan for further treatment. Following the outbreak of the LTTE war, the Indian government arrested and imprisoned him and his comrades, who had been negotiating with Kittan for a long time. The boy was also arrested along with Kittan.
The Indian judiciary has charged them with landing on Indian soil on an Indian Air Force plane and entering India without proper permits.
In prison, Kittannai began a hunger strike until his death, demanding that he be interrogated or sent to Tamil Eelam.
As a result, LTTE cadres were loaded onto an Indian Air Force aircraft and brought to Tamil Nadu with their arms and legs tied. Kittan was released. However, Kuttisiri and the other comrades continued to be imprisoned in the midst of Indian camps in Tamil Nadu.
This stubborn pet was raised and raised in Indian prisons.
Kuttisiri was also released when the Indians left Tamil Nadu. Now he had grown up. Even a lot of change in nature. Was quiet. But, not only did his smile rise as his cheeks rose and his eyes met.
After that, Kuttisiri was one of the leader's security team. He is also one of his beloved children.
Stood there and engaged in various work. Most of the work was on the ammunition technology of his choice. But the urge to go to fights usually does not stop there.
His enthusiasm, enthusiasm, determination and speed at work are all amazing. He never gets tired.
Just as the little boy's fighting life was just beginning, so his end was near the closet.
It is sad; The heart cannot bear to think. How could it have been!
The man who carried out his orders from the vicinity of the barn with the Elam M-16 rifle on the battlefields would still have stood upright and excited.
Standing on the brink of death he would have known better. It was like that before; It was only by standing before death that he carried out the orders of the Kittan. Still nothing different.
At the age of sixteen he came into the movement as an icon and stood in front of the canteen, after a long nine years of fighting life, standing tall in front of the canteen as a tall young man.
He would have done the commands only precisely and without error. He would have come closer to the kitchen before he died and would have looked at him and smiled.
Cheeks raised, eyes smiling baby smile.
That's it ……… That laugh would have been the last.
From the domain in the domain
"Thirst of the Tigers is the homeland of Tamil Eelam"
