A Birth on the Slopes of Mt. Sumbing
Soegeng Priyono
I was born in the early 1960s, in a small district town nestled on the southeastern slope of Mount Sumbing — a place once graced by Prince Diponegoro, who held regular gatherings and spiritual discussions there. Just a few kilometers downhill stood the Kedu Residency Office in Magelang, near the gentle flow of the Progo River.
Magelang, My Childhood Town
Magelang — the town of my childhood. Calm, cool, and clean, with air so pure it carried the scent of serenity. Its people lived simply: civil servants, farmers, merchants, and soldiers. Many of my childhood friends would later enter the Military Academy at Panca Arga, at the southern foot of Mount Tidar.
Magelang was a garrison town. The Red Berets, now known as Kopassus, were stationed in Tuguran; the infantry and Black Berets in the eastern quarter; and the vast RINDIP field, shaded by a banyan tree, echoed with the rhythmic pulse of the military drum band. As a schoolboy, I often collected spent bullet casings left behind from shooting drills.
I still remember vividly — the Red Beret soldiers, bare-chested and resolute, practicing knife throws at tree targets. To my young eyes, they were heroes. It was no surprise that many of my friends chose the path of the soldier.
History and Pride
Between 1973 and 1975, during my junior high years, we studied two history subjects: Indonesian History and World History. The stories of our nation’s founders came alive in those lessons. Not far from our school stood the home of the late Admiral Yos Sudarso, and in Taman Badakan, the statue of General Gatot Subroto gazed sternly into the distance.
ABRI — now the Indonesian National Armed Forces (TNI) — was our pride. Brave and steadfast, its soldiers quelled the PKI uprisings in Solo and Madiun, confronted the RMS, DI/TII and PRRI/Permesta rebellions, and fought in the liberation of West Irian. Patriotic songs like Gugur Bunga and Pantang Mundur still stir the heart with solemn emotion.
Reflections in the Republic’s Twilight Years
Yet now, as the Republic passes its eightieth year, that pride seems to fade. No longer do we face physical battles as before. Instead, we witness colossal corruption cases, sluggish law enforcement, and soldiers — once the nation’s pride — occupying positions far beyond their true calling.
It is a pity. May the younger generations — Gen Z, Alpha, Beta, and those who follow — never lose their appreciation for our national army, born and raised for the people, not for the interests of a few.
Closing
Magelang, with all its childhood memories and historical imprints, stands as a mirror of the nation’s journey — from a garrison town brimming with valor to a thoughtful reflection on today’s reality. May this story serve as a reminder: that true pride in our national army is not mere nostalgia, but a sacred trust — to uphold courage, steadfastness, and integrity for the people of Indonesia.

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