FRIENDSHIP – LOST AND FOUND IN WAR (PART 1)

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FRIENDSHIP – LOST AND FOUND IN WAR (PART 1)

PART  1  of  6

 

The war had almost ended and now came the worst phase. Although fighting itself was extremely challenging given the fact that the winters were cruel and the enemy had challenged the Army on two fronts. But winding up the affairs at the end of war was very painful. There were dead bodies scattered everywhere, some of own soldiers and many of enemy’s. The smell was pungent and it made the work of collection of body parts and remains all the more difficult. Some soldiers pretended to be sick so that they did not have to collect the uncollectable.

Rohitash was the leader of this unpleasant task. A young Captain trained in NDA and IMA, he was the leader of his Platoon and had led many teams in the climb and capture of Mt Sarvak. At a height of 14050 feet above sea level, his team had battled weather, enemy’s bullets and their own fears to come out victorious. Everyone praised his heroics on the battle field. He fought death a couple of times and was happy to have both led a combat team as well as have come out victorious from the battlefield. Somehow as chance would have it, most of the officers were deployed on other essential duties and Capt Rohitash had to lead the collection team.

He somehow motivated his team in which many shared his repulsion for the task. With heavy pieces of cloth tied around their nose to keep smell away from nose, they collected legs, hands, fingers and whatever they could get hold of. Papers, medals and caps were scattered all over the field and over the dry slopes of the mountain range. Rohitash  joined his team, wore the gloves and went about his work, silently and slowly. He had done it for two hours and was preparing to break his team for lunch. He turned around, picked his backpack and kicked the dust in disgust near his feet. In the cloud of dust, he could barely see the paper that flew upwards from the ground. It sent a chill up his spine and shook his core. So shocking was the feeling that  he started shivering with fear. Somehow he calmed himself and moved ahead towards Mess for lunch.

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  1. Avneesh kumar Reply

    This may be the story of India-pak war 1971………….

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