Inspirational stories – Indian soldiers

Two drop of water……….

When the glass of water is your lips, An invisible hand shakes the glass of water. When he pick up his glass, it shake again. I am screaming loudly, looking out for my heart, dying from thrist, drink water, a rusty body comes and gripes me up, and you are thirsty to this day. Do you remember? “if I tell you so hardly, I was giving water drinking . Your own fired at the game destroy the game.” his jacket is stickened. My throat is stop. Is tied on hearing my curse, she asked to me that are you see a bad dream? would have tied sleeping again saying ‘yes’,not asleep unknow incident start scratching my head.

The incident occurred after the post the seventy – one war and I was posted a command on the post of my company on the border. Both side gun stopped by declaration of ceasefire. The ary was still on the border weary of the tension of the war, the soldiers were waiting from the ruins. The news on the trangister and by listening to film songs from the ‘Vivid BHARATI’, some poignant – hearted young men were feeling the mood of rock – cut with their ‘poignant sound’.

That day I was sitting with Major Sherawat at breakfast table, then company havildar Faulad singh,came in quick steps from the front and informed him with a strong salute. The enemy is moving on to ‘nomansland’. The order was promptly ordered. ‘when company, open wireless set and reach the overview post, and alert the gun position. Do you have any doubt? saying no, Sir, he almost went running. We set out on the phone with necessary orders. Waiter Karam singh grabbed paranthas plate and kept looking at us.

In ten minutes we reached the location and saw,about ten pak army sat down with gunship position. One of the soldiers cry, who is targeted us to see coming towards them.if you cross the line, killed you. That squares and well land have rigits of our ancestral.

Major sherwat spoke sterningly stop nonsense.go back to his line and send his officer for talks. The news was promptly delivered to the bathalion commander. My officer did not came for that to short condition.

The sooner it was delivered to the battalion commander, the later respondent. “that is ball broken. You just kept on worrying until the next judgment. It was known that shah and waiting in a camp in search of an opportunity for security of bangladesh. It is prepared and prepared to give them their answer. Caution has taken place along the narrow corridors of the school-shed artillery, engineers, sines, tech, arched certs,etc. In night other more troop of army reached toward the boarder.

I was waiting for the moment. The following morning orders were received the next day after the preparation and the next morning ‘to drive away the tenth man.’ millijuly patol with the BSF at nomanslakh ‘be sent to the next ten minutes. This if:and then I did my evil eye. So I asked her to write the sword home. My intention was understood by havildar chandra to say’ please don’t worry kharji taspiti the eighty evening company will get the middle one. The departure of Patol ( army trucked ) was fifteen minutes of atrophy. I had also reached his workshop post which was in a two-storeyed roof under the roof of tree. When looked at Manger Sherawat through the telescope. I shouted, get a machinegun. I cried look two pak soldiers came near from left their yesterday position. The one next to our post, lay down near well. Other put his foot on well wall at tree in its leaves, the target was rying to break the branch. The soldiers who were crawling behind hid themselves under the cover of the well. Then the leader took the position near the next tree. The rear grew in the same order. The enemy was clear and he wanted to take one step to capture the post suddenly. Well and tree were rings. Major sherawat did ordered,take fire Pratap one of them. Remember one bullet struck across the chest of an enemy. With blood spray he call its God and get injured completely fall down. Laying down soldiers want to run way to save their life. My second fire across from shoulder who runway. He somehow faltered,reaching the touchestones of well wall. Seeing him pining like a fish in unbearable pain, he slipped away from my mouth. Between the firing on either side. I was watching from telescope. He was quite close to me and his mouth showed clearly that he troubled like fish without water, he was shouting ‘water ang water’. The irony of density was that he went to the well. He had a bottle of water tied around her waist. The failing attempt to know the bottle out of my bullet, hammering hands and dripping was uncomfortable. His thirst for water in the hard charms of asuta that scene could shake my human sentation from the loveted senya sarra to depression,but it would not stop. ‘seeing the opportunity of goliwari saw four culinary bottle of water and swaying with stretcher. I said to Major Sherawat singh sir, he said take the position on the spot.’ no centiments, only duty’. The initiator requires the pour of two volumes of water into the mouth of the dying water

‘gun bullet went through the side Major Sherawat singh. Oh my God by my mouth. The reply was given to him, and he had four get killed. I throught I was criminal. He laughed and said,’ be cool’, but remember is a long way off divide in the war. A choice of do or die. This is a test whose time table and question papers automatically cross. Cottage cheese I am an exploitant one of the enemies of the world had fallen into two feet. He fell close to me. A spark of vengeance awaits me at the touches of his hot blood. He gave away the enemy eight-ten times over to the wound. After three hours of steady firing the enemy resolved down. He died. The success of our mission was fulfilled by the troop. But for server days the rival bhakriya used to mediate his inner being. Sometime two bodies of water for the water, bahai, and sometimes the warm blood of kehar singh. I was surprised and distressed that the war of the fourteen day never weakened. Why you have been to me? perhaps in the darkness of the night, ‘the dead bodies that had fallen in the shadows could not be seen’. In the blasts of mangos and cannons, the workers of underable agony would not be long before my clan could be exposed to them. The first time I was firing, I didn’t see it, but I had to look at it in midst of the day. Of that soorow.the burden is still buried in the earth. That dream is memory of that person and movement.