Remember, comrade, as each time we stop to lie down awhile on the parched earth, how hot is the world especially in summer when rain is elusive now that hunger is widespread even as the wind blows hard the bamboo makeshift though leaning remains intact   Remember the huts falling apart the huts of the masses forcibly resettled elsewhere: the ceiling full of cobwebs, the posts decaying, the roofs rusty, the walls ripped off, in the dirty yard only the shadow of the vanished joy of the residents who gladly welcomed the meetings, the formation of bases, before the enemy launched operations   Look at the tall saplings arising from among the tall cogon grass on the spot where the martyrs were buried there where a clearing used to be are now mere makeshifts that serve as passageways, safe routes in the search for areas of struggle   Look at every turn of the river the steep ravines we have to climb sliding downward, inclined upward a cover from a thundering helicopter lording over the skies while we turn suspicious of every spot thick with weeds we muster enough courage to climb up the clouds while holding tightly the trigger ready to belch forth death focussed on a target Analyze carefully every position would you have yourself killed without having squeezed and pressed the trigger or would you rather finish the enemy spying here   Never erase from memory the burned corpses, the beheaded bodies, our comrades slain and raped, those who were missing and were never found, those who were forced to eat cigarettes and their own pubic hair, those whose ribs were broken while the traitors and the fascists celebrated, laughing in their profligacy while the radio announcers made people laugh in disbelief and relayed news about the promotions of generals and their decadent parties and the triumphs they claim   Let us remember the warriors who never knelt down or asked for mercy from the state holding tightly their weapons, weathering everything even without a grain of salt, even with only very little food to eat, the cold of night and heat of high noon, bearing to be away from their loved ones daring to face problems unflinchingly and were felled. If we remember this (the hardships of the masses the oppression of our country and our class are greater than one's selfish interest, one's hardships and sacrifices) we can push forward the revolution well prepared and firm in our resolve in thought and determination   (J.M.A.)