The flag was put down by the militants from the other side, and it was our turn to show them what 'Being Indian' actually meant.
We raced past the forests that were flooded with the rains, and reached a safe site that gave us a clearer view of their post up there.
Night and camouflage went hand in hand for us in that war. They were similar to the armor we had.
My friend and our Captain Diljeet had a beautiful line to tell us near their post. He said,
"samjhaane se nahi maante,
vo humko hain nahi jaante,
chalo unko samjhaate hain,
phir us paar bhagaate hain..."
Those lines geared up our engines. I could feel the impatient youngster in me. It had hardly been a year that I got posted in the army, but I guess the love for your nation drives you through all the craziness you can imagine.
We won the war, no doubt, but there were a few casualties on our side too.
I remember how Diljeet put himself ahead and tasted death like the brave ones do.
At the felicitation, I was called to say a few words for Diljeet and I could say lines that suited him the most:
"vo maut hi kya jo aisi na ho,
ki dushman bhi thar-thar kaape..."