A Soldiers Story
had been born. A boy. “I will pray for your safety,” she wrote.
“That night, Pakistan carried out air attacks on several of
our airfields. Then soldiers began attacking us in Chhamb, a
village in the north, | was in Chhamb with my regiment®. I was
in a bunker® with three men — Sukhvinder Singh, Rajeshwar
and Karnail Singh. Karnail was the best. He was not afraid of
dying, but he was afraid of being buried. When the Pakistanis
found dead Indian soldiers, they did not return them to us.
They buried their bodies in the Muslim manner, and did not
cremate" chem like Hindus.
“Sir,” Karnail said to me. “If I die, promise me that you'll
see that I’m cremated.”
“You are not going to die,” 1 told him. But he made me
promise.
“Soon the night of the third of December, the enemy started
shooting rockets at us. We began moving forward quietly,
in a straight line. Suddenly, a rocket exploded" behind us,
killing Sukhvinder and Rajeshwar. Kamail had a wound'* in
his stomach, but I was only slightly hurt. I quickly spoke to my
commander on the radio and told him what had happened.
“The enemy are launching* rockers from a bunker, Sit,” 1
said.
“I cannot send anyone to help you, Balwant,” he said. “But
try to destroy the rocker launcher.”
“Pm going towards the enemy bunker,” 1 told Karnail.
“But you'll be killed, Sir!” he said. “Let me do it. You have
a wife and a son. [ have no one. But don’t forget your promise.”
And before I could speak, he pulled the gun from my hand and
can forward. “Long Live Mother India!” he cried”
“What happened to him? asked Mr Wagle.
‘He killed the three enemy soldiers with the rocket launcher.
But chen he, too, was shot dead,’ said Balwant Singh. ‘I did not
move for nearly two hours. Karnail’s body was lying near the
enemy bunker, and I was thinking about my promise, But how
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