Yenok Manougian’s first memory of the Genocide is of his mother’s tears as their house burned. That was in April 1915. Soon after that, lead by Turkish gendarmes, his entire village...
We arrived in Kirkuk, the three of us together—my mother, my older sister and myself. We were hungry, barefoot, and with absolutely no belongings....
In 1915, I remember the Turkish police entering our house and searching for revolutionary books because they suspected my father of being a revolutionary. They found no books, but took my father anyway. ...
During the defense of Aintab, I was a kid. We tried to help as much as we could. The French were in Cilicia then, as you well know, and they alongside the Armenian volunteers were fighting Ataturk’s army....
They first took us to the first train station outside Aintab. On the Baghdad railway. A train station in the middle of nowhere. We set-up our tents and camped. Already that first night Turkish bandits attacked our tents. ...