He uses some binoculars to see what the troops are doing at their camp and decides they are all too drunk to expect an 18 year old boy to harm them.
Lucky and his mother reached to a army bunker. They saw the general and ask him the same question. He said that the war has over but many soldiers were died.
For some this day is a day of pride, for some it is a day of honor, but for me this day is a day of inspiration, a day of motivation. This day in history is known as the Republic day.
Overwhelmed and rejuvenated, I leaned over the wooden armchair in our veranda. Memoirs of that unrest spirit of my childhood, the same innocence and childish anger sunk my heart in trance.
The author describes in Hindi poem how the family feels about death of a soldier and how his last rites are performed – the pain is there to hurt.
Past is that annoying good friend whom you can strangulate, bury under ground and stand on its grave looking up at your future but you cannot kill it. When you try to walk away, it’ll stick its stiff hands out to grab your feet, anchoring you into a fall.
And here I was, thinking about my own self when my best friend just died. His parents and Marie would have to face the dreaded telegraph boy with news that they’d never want to here in a million years. I had to escape.
As being part of Army life never let’s a dull moment in. The life in the Army , takes us to places, which one would not even think of travelling to, in wildest of their dreams.
The astonished Mr.Singh silently wished to have a son like this brave soldier and sat thinking about his friend whole night and wondering about the sacrifices of all these great Indian heros
For me and you. Man loves, man dies, Subtle dreams in his eyes. Some are shattered, some come true, A soldier also has, but a very few. I feel your voice mild and meek!