The Peak is Ours Commander, The Peak is Ours, Sarmen is No More: The Final Dialogue of a Heroic Soldier

The heroism of soldier Sarmen Ayvazyan has been captured in a poignant dialogue that has circulated on the internet. Below is the excerpt:

- How many grenades should be thrown into their trench, who is there, eagles?

- I will do it, Commander…

- Who is that…?

- It’s me, Commander…

- Hey boy, how should I know over the radio who is who?

- It’s Sarmen, Commander:

- Yes, dear Sarmen, check your pockets, how many grenades do you have and report.

……

- I’m ready, Commander.

- Good job, dear Sarmen, remember that the important thing is to come back.

- Okay, Commander…

……

- Sarmen…

- Yes, Commander, I’m coming...

- You’re going, right?

- Yes, Commander...

- Boys, keep firing continuously so they don’t raise their heads and can’t hear the radio, Sarmen, keep the radio close to your ear, keep the volume minimum.

- I’m doing just that, Commander...

……

- Boys, fire one by one, don’t stop for a second... Sarmen?

- Yes, Commander…

- How many meters left...

- 15 meters.

- Three crawl up, keep your head down at all times.

- Got it, Commander.

- Do you see them?

- No, Commander.

- Throw two grenades high.

……

- Sarmen…

- Yes, Commander, I threw it, two flew in the air and fell in front of me.

- Release from head’s side, one by one.

- From the head?

- Not from the foot?

- Done, Commander.

- Go right, boys, keep going, if you stop for a second, you won’t escape from my hands.

- Got it, Commander.

- If I remember correctly, the big one… throw three.

- I threw it, Commander:

- How many flew?

- None, Commander.

- Are there any moans, any sounds?

- No, Commander.

- Good, then they must be left, reach them, say so.

……

- I’m reaching, Commander, but I can’t get closer, they’re shooting at me.

- Boys, churn their grenades with feeds, be careful, don’t shoot low:

- Got it, Commander.

- Throw, son, throw and crawl back.

- I threw it in the writhing, they are roaring...

- Were there many of them...

- Yes, Commander, there were so many...

- Then come back, dear, well done:

- But what about the control, Commander?

- Doesn’t matter, come back, son…

……

- Sarmen... Sarmen... Sarmen, take your voice away, son.

- Boys, what do you see?

- Commander, it seems they hit Sarmen...

- Yes, Commander, it’s right in front of their grenade…

- Get the boy out...

- It’s right in front of the grenade, Commander...

- Fire at full force, two of you get him out...

- We got him, Commander, but our Sarmen is no more...

- Oh...

- Commander, he killed them all, the trench was free, probably an injured one shot him in his last breath...

- The peak is ours, Commander, the peak is ours, Sarmen is no more...