Today too, it’s yet another war.
Gunshots everywhere on the air. Clouds of dust covering our eyes and making it difficult to aim at our enemies. This is not the war we read in olden days, where you fight with ethics against one to one. But this is a new era, where you never knew from where the next firing or bomb will be coming from. Nowhere is safe in a war zone.
The place, which was at a higher altitude, was under the illegal possession of the enemy.
And naturally, they had an additional advantage. We were in lower altitude which made our attempt not only challenging but also extremely dangerous. It’s almost the end of the day and we are running short of ammunition.
I and boys were bit worried, but we are Soldiers, Warriors, not Worriers.
One of my boys decided to risk his life and reach the higher altitude where the enemy was hiding. We all planned to cover him. We filled his weapons with ammunition, and he started running towards the enemy bunk and firing all shots he could. Plus, we were also firing from our place and in the next 10 minutes, we could see him almost in the enemy bunk. He stopped running and he dropped his gun.
We were shocked. He took out the grenade and threw it in the bunk. Before he could jump down it blew up and we could see his body being thrown up in the air.
Then it was a dead silence. He made it. We were looking at each other face. Everyone’s face was with pride and sorrow both together. Pride because, we served & saved our mother nation, sorrow because we were not the one to give our life for this Land.
Boys waited for my signal. I nod my head, and they all ran towards the bunk. Me too.
We captured the Land, Our Land.
And then there was one final gunshot from a hide followed by series of a gunshot from my boys firing the direction from where the last bullet came from.
Here I am returning to my homeland. Every time I return for my holidays, I will have a grand welcome from our villagers. I could see the pride in their face. Kids use to come to me asking when am I going to take them to the Military for them also to serve the nation. Every time, I will have the same answer. Very soon beta!
I will be surrounded by my friends, relatives, and villagers. I need to answer all their curious questions. Just like the gunshots and bomb, questions will be coming from all directions. The only difference is I love these shots!
Everyone will fight to get a piece of laddu into my mouth. Usually, it’s my son who wins feeding me at least 2 laddus. It’s a pleasure to be losing to your kid, right?
This time it was a bit different. The environment was silent. No kids ran to me to ask when he can join my Parivar.
I was in the middle and all my relatives sitting around me. But they were silent. No one wants to ask questions. No one wants to feed me laddu.
I noticed they are sad.
But I was happy and proud. I am a Soldier. What is more precious for me than my Mother India? Not even my life. And hence I gave it proudly to that final bullet, and now happily here. Inside the wooden box draped with the tri-color.
Everyone Else Was Grieving.
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