Surens Are Gone... He Is No More, 19 Years Old... Without Surens, You Do Not Exist, There Is No State, No Joy: David Grigoryan

Spokesperson for the Movement 5165, David Grigoryan, wrote on his Facebook page:

“Surens are gone... He is no more. He was 19 years old. His life was cut short yesterday while defending the borders of the Republic of Armenia. He died to protect our vital territory. Your own home. Our children.

Now, do we owe him anything? How much? We are indebted to him in a way that no one, for any amount of money, can buy back and restore. We owe a life to Suren Safaryans, lost years, unfulfilled dreams, love, and the joy of a child’s birth. We owe friendship to Surens; we owe the tears of their parents, the carefree and joyful gatherings that they will never participate in. We owe their children’s first steps, the feeling of pride in their children’s achievements, and even the chance for them to become grandfathers.

How do you, we, all of us, repay this debt? Can we even repay it? Do we understand at least that it is impossible, but we should at least ease the debt by holding onto the land they preserved?

Without Surens, you don’t exist, there is no state, no borders, no security, no plunder, no joy. You become a wanderer, eternally foreign, in someone else’s country. Homeless.

Now imagine that someone comes today, enters your house, violently drags you out, and that’s it. You are standing in the hallway, hopeless, homeless, penniless, lost, an orphan, right in front of your own door, but from the outside.

Not good, is it? That’s how it will be if you step out of the hallway before the enemy reaches your home, drop something on the enemy’s neck from the first floor, knock him down, sweep him into the garbage, and return home safely, living peacefully and honorably, so that tomorrow, my Surens and your Surens don't lurk alone in the hallway and bring sorrow to our common home.

I don’t know how to express this anymore. My words will end, I will burn from shame, I will turn to ashes. This home must be protected, Surens must be supported firmly, our backs covered by Armenians, until the enemy tries to approach our Suren—curse the enemy’s lineage.

May your soul rest in light, brother Suren. I am in debt to you. I am in debt to a thousand brothers—for death.”