Spiru Blănaru – an everlasting living light
Spiru Blănaru joined the Legion at an age when feelings were vibrating strongly, when the heart, this antenna that never fails to be objective, took the place of reason. His first Legionary school was in the fraternities of the cross.
His tutors were: Ovidiu Găină, Bădia Dumitru Leontieș, the Rahmistruc brothers, Lututovici, Vasile Posteucă, Vasile Iasinschi. Their education was not without living examples. He followed in their footsteps with the zeal and desire to surpass himself in an immense struggle, which would culminate in the ultimate dedication.
The war found his soul warmed up for this confrontation, to drive the mortal enemy as far from his country as possible. Although the Legionnaires’ participation in this battle was considered as a punishment by the “Ruler”, where they were sent with the warning “dangerous”, i.e. not to return, they all fought with such heroism, with such abnegation. It was their war, threatening the existence of our nation, and they were aware of this ultimate truth. When they returned from there, defeated by the Judeo-Communist coalition, he went home to say goodbye to “Sweet Bukovina”, whom he would never see again, to take what little wealth he could carry, the icon of Christ and the faces of his parents. He put this treasure in the bag of his wanderings and went on and on, with bitterness in his heart, but with a firm determination to live with only one thought, to pay for all the harm done to his country by the sellers of the nation and the coalition of Jewish-Slavic interests, with whom he would never cease to measure himself. The sensitivity of the young man of the cross brotherhoods now becomes a covenant, the only meaning left to him in the world. His encounter with us, those who have come from the other side, to awaken the nation, to prepare it for a new battle, this time the last, before it wins or disappears into the mass of slavery, was like a new hope, after the cruel defeat inflicted from within. He committed himself wholeheartedly, as he had done years ago in the east. But now he felt the elbow of the living with him, felt that he would not be abandoned, that the struggle would be fought to the end. (…) In his eyes there was a strong determination to go all the way, whatever the cost, however hard it might be. His determination never wavered for a moment. […]
Spiru Blănaru, this Bukovina refugee, full of courage and sacrifice, will remain an eternal living light. After a war in the East, where he acted like a hero, he returned home. Not for long, however, the Russians chased him away, took everything from him. A brother of the cross, he set off with all the Bukovinians to look for a new home at the other end of the country, the hospitable Banat. Here he sought out his ideal comrades and joined the ranks already in order of battle. For him, as for his own, the fight was not over.
He builds a legionary home for himself, marrying the daughter of comrade Horașcu, head of the Teregova net. Their home was in the hills of Domasna. It was here that we found him in 1945, and the epic of the Legionary struggle was digging its furrow alongside the Timiș Valley.
– Comrade Filon! I’d like to accompany you for a while!
We lived through years of hard but sublime moments. We felt like brothers from the same family.
– Comrade Spiru! I may cross over. You know the region and the people well. When we all return, led by the Commandant, for the last battle, let’s find you all ready to fight. But live until then, don’t lose hope. God will help us, for we fight for the cross and our cause is just and holy.
We clutched him to our bosoms, we merged our thoughts in the same feeling. Like a shadow he disappears into the darkness, he returns to his own, to his people, to the people of the countryside, who adopted him, who loved him. God decided otherwise. Times have changed. I found out later, after the Timișoara trial.
Circumstances or fate? They joined the Uță – Vernichescu group in the spring and baptized themselves, in a bloodbath, together, to write a page of Romanian history, one of the most sublime.
The heroes are called: Spiru Blănaru, Commander Domășneanu, Smulțea dinTeregova, Colonel Uță, Vernichescu, lawyer Ionescu…
The Battle of White Stones, where we stopped at Ilie’s hut for our last pilgrimage, remains a symbol of Romanian unity in the face of the common enemy. Their sacrifice will reverberate through history, to light the way, the only one to be followed by generations to come.
(Filon Verca, Parașutați în România vândută, Marineasa Publishing House, Timișoara, 2000, pp. 145-146, 529-530)