ISSUE 11 | NOVEMBER 2019
BIKERS CLUB | MAGAZINE | PAGE 53
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MY RIDE OF
EAST TO WEST
KIBITHOO TO KOTESHWAR
and the brief of battle of walong & my save the girl child cause
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Loc in our camp at 1:30 am, we were having some light moments after our shift got over, we were
having friendly talks amongst our comrades, unaware of the moment which was about to come next. At
borders especially Indo-Pak, we were trained in such a way that for any situations we had to be ready and alert,
but sometimes you cannot predict. We were sleeping and with a jolt of ambush from our enemy we woke up,
and the radio transmitter alerted us to retaliate, in just few moments we handled the front and started
retaliating.
There was a heavy cross fire from other side, few of our soldiers got hit but we did not leave from there, In such a
case one has to follow the instincts, you never know that next can be you. In the midst of firing, soldier next to
me got hurt and fell down and a bullet just passed 2 inches away from my ear which shook me inside-out and
for a moment I was blank and the next bullet which hit the sand bag where I was handling my front got me
back in to my senses. In that moment of blankness I felt death.
You know how courageous we soldiers are but when you see your death in front of you, senses stop working but
we were trained for like this situations, so it was like "PRAAN JAAYE PAR MORCHA NAA JAAYE" and I
continued firing and after almost an hour's firing, it stopped. This was our routine, sometimes this happens
thrice a week or once a fifteen days but happens for sure. During that cross firing I lost my one of the best
buddy, with whom I shared lots of memories. Now also when I remember about these experiences, I feel sad
but at the same time feel proud too.