By Xhevdet Shehu
I felt a moral obligation to sit down and write these lines about a respected veteran like Mersin Mixha. He had been tormenting me for almost a year, and here I am, writing about him.
The biography of the former partisan Mersin Mixha from Plesati in Gjirkastro is one of the most interesting and beautiful, easily remembered and can be written at length and with love. A biography written with blood and sacrifice, with impressive devotion and dedication, both in the anti-fascist war for the liberation of the country, and in the selfless efforts to rebuild Albania almost from nothing. On historical dates and in significant events, his blood was adorned with many decorations, while he paraded with his forehead high and proud, especially on the anniversaries of liberation, convinced that he had fulfilled his duties and mission to his country and people with honor and dignity.
Decorations are glory and history. More than anywhere else they shine and radiate on the chests of the victors. The defeated do not wear decorations. The victors do. Mersin Mixha belonged to an unrepeatable generation of victors. And that generation is a greatness and national pride.
Glory belongs to the winners. Not to the losers.
The honorable generation of veterans of the Anti-Fascist National Liberation War belonged to Mersin Mixha, who was one of the members of the glorious army of 70 thousand partisans who participated in that war. He passed away a year ago at the age of 95. He was undoubtedly one of the youngest participants in that war. At the age of 13, he threw his rifle to his side and joined the partisan formations, first in the territorial ones of Gjirokastra and then in the Sixth Assault Brigade, the People's Heroine. As a partisan of this brigade, he fought even outside the state borders, mainly in the Albanian lands in the former Yugoslavia, which is why he insisted that our partisan brigades were not only nationalist, but also internationalist. He was wounded twice in battles and could easily have fallen a martyr like Met Hasa and the thousands who gave their lives for freedom.
- That war gave us honor and glory, - Mersini often told us, whenever the anti-fascist war was discussed and talked about. Then he continued: - Some fools, their ballistas and suckers want to ignore it and if they can erase it from history altogether. More than fools, they are vile and anti-national. Because without that war there would be no Albania. And thanks to that war, Albania not only became, but also flourished and ranks with dignity with other civilized nations. But they take the evil of that glorious war. The more time passes, the more its cruelty shines, since it is based on the blood of 28 thousand martyrs.
He would tear up whenever he spoke passionately about the war and the martyrs of the homeland.
He also spoke with great pride about the post-war period. After liberation, he went to the former Soviet Union where he graduated as an aviator, with Niko Hoxha and all that constellation of aviators who became the armor of the defense of our airspace. As an aviator, he left an indelible mark, as he was and remained in history as one of the founders of Albanian combat aviation, while telling us wonderful episodes from the life and heroism of his fellow pilots, some of whom have died. He was moved by the time he served as an aviator, while his soul ached when he saw in 1997 the misuse and destruction of our air fleet, as well as the Albanian army.
- May shame cover those anti-Albanians who brought incalculable harm, not only to the army, but also to the country and the nation! The people know who are those who brought these misfortunes and woes to the Albanian people. History does not forget and [despite the fact that the courts have not convicted and punished them, time has placed the seal of shame on their foreheads, - he said with great, almost absolute conviction.
It was a surprising, but also fortunate coincidence, that the aviator Mersin Mixha passed away at the age of 95 precisely on April 24, 2025, on the Day of Albanian Combat Aviation. His departure resembled a flight into the spaces of eternity and perhaps this was his eternal and last dream and desire. Because he will be remembered on such a day, not only by his friends and comrades and relatives, but also by his young aviator colleagues. Honor and glory to a veteran, aviator and a man with so many values!