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Memories of Iranian Released POW, Seyyed Jamal Setarehdan

The next day I packed my holdـall and went to dispatching base. I hid myself away from Moghadams and others eyes and stealthy got on the bus and sat down into the seat of the second last row, right over the rear tires of bus. That row of seats was a little higher than the others, because it was placed over the tires. Suddenly Moghadam got on the bus. I filled with horror. He looked at passengers one by one, like someone who is looking for something, until he reached the back of the bus. He gave me a stare.

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Memories of Iranian Released POW, Seyyed Jamal Setarehdan

The school bell rang. We walked out of class. It was clear and the sun was in the center of sky. It was in the late April 1981 and as usual, some of students were coming to grips with each other in front of the school; as if our days didn’t elapsed without it. I walked toward our house with two or three of my classmates. I saw a motorcycle is coming toward us with all speed, while we were crossing the Gendarmerie intersection. It collided to me before I can step aside. Like a football ball, I was shot into air and then fell down the ground.

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Memories of Iranian Released POW, Seyyed Jamal Setarehdan

I thought that I have lost something, when the rifle was not in my hand. Javad Sabour , Shapur Barzgar, and Aqil Arshneshin were well-known members of Basij. Anywhere I saw them; I complained and asked them to give me a rifle. A few days later, they registered my name for watching in Darvazeh Astara gas station. Alongside with Ali Zakertavasoli, I was taken there at early evening and gave each of us M-1 rifle.

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Memories of Iranian Released POW, Seyyed Jamal Setarehdan

I saw the photo on the way of school. The photography shop was near Imam Intersection. I saw myself and my brother with clenched fists ahead of demonstrators, when I looked it carefully. The photographer had stuck a few photos on front glass and written a number under each one. I got into the shop excited. I gave the number of that photo and asked him to print it. "You can take it tomorrow." He said.

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Memories of Iranian Released POW, Seyyed Jamal Setarehdan

Most of the time people gathered in Saat Square and started their demonstrations. Directions of demos often ended in Shahpour T-junction, Pahlavi Street and Mojasameh Square . I also wanted to participate in demos and my older brother read this into my eyes. One day, he let his eye rest on me when he was preparing to go out. Stretching his hand to me, he said, "Just on this condition that you promise not to gain distance from me!"

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Memories of Iranian Released POW, Seyyed Jamal Setarehdan

On the afternoon of one of early days of December 1978, I had sat in front of our house with Seyyed Hojat and both let our eyes rest on crowd which shouted slogan and moved forward. The bald man with handlebar moustaches had caught my attention. It was like he had stood to smoke idly and for whiling away. I had a strange enthusiastic to join the demonstration, but my parents said that I am just a little boy and might hurt among that crowd. In the front row, younger people, arm in arm, clasped each others hands and knocked their feet on the ground and chanted: "Down with the Pahlavi monarchy ..."

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Memories of Iranian released POW, Seyyed Jamal Setarehdan

Seyyed is an employee of Roads and Urban Development of Ardabil province. He has taken diploma. He has born on 9th September 1967 and is the fifth child in the family. He has five brothers and three sisters. His name has been registered as a 25 percent disabled war veteran of imposed war, and after admission of resolution and invasion of hypocrites and Iraqis offensive, being encircled six days along with several of his fellow warriors on 27th July 1988 between Qasr-e Shirin and Gilan-e Gharb, struggling to survive and stand against the enemy, and finally being captured by the Iraqis.

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The Story of Demolishing Fighters and the Equipment in Al-Waleed Triple Military Bases ‎Known as H-3‎

I was born in 1955 in Kermanshah. I finished my primary and secondary education in Tehran, except for the fifth grade which I finished it at the Khosravi border, and in 1974, I entered the Pilot School of Air Force. In 1978, I completed pilot course In America and as a pilot of F-5 fighters began serving. I participated actively in the activities of overthrowing the monarchy before the revolution, and in collaboration with other colleagues I carried out various missions until the end of crises and imposed war.

Air Raid to Al-Waleed (37)‎

The Story of Demolishing Fighters and the Equipment in Al-Waleed Triple Military Bases ‎Known ‎as H-3‎

With contribution of pilot Mohammad Hossein Nikpour and cinema agents, a movie was ‎made of the operations. During making it, Captain Pilot Mohammad Reza Khaleghi did ‎coordination on the scene and advised the cameramen group about necessary things. ‎According to the time of making and the political issues of that period, and given the ‎matter it was made for the public, this movie was assessed as a fairly good film of its kind ‎in displaying the Air Force in the Sacred Defense. ‎

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The Story of Demolishing Fighters and the Equipment in Al-Waleed Triple Military Bases ‎Known as H-3‎

"Azarfar and I served at Mehrabad base, and due to the shortage of pilots on the Nojeh base, we were in Hamedan about a month. I remember that they sent us to Hameadan with a modern jet Falcon aircraft after kissing the Holy Quran along with colleagues: Toosi, Reevandi, Ashkan, Ravadgar, Javanmardi and another person. Azarfar and I decided to go back home very soon, when the mission was completed successfully with the grace of God and we landed safety on the ground.