the sun was dipping when the honour guard reversed their rifles, and the trumpets played the last post. The crowd of warriors fell quiet. In the stillness, everyone can hear the bullets slide into the breech, and the uniforms rustle as the rifles were raised to 60degrees. The crackle of gun-fire was a shock. Once, twice, thrice.......twenty-first. And then all was still again.

The send-off that warriors gave revived memories of the LION IN SUMMER, the zenith of Martyr rule and most of all, the mega human emotions that only a few can summon.
I don't remember what exactly it was.....I think it will be my LAST JOURNEY.
Hare Krishna Maharaj
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ReplyDeletereally salute to u sir...................
@neha-Thanx for ur comment
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ReplyDelete@aradhana- thanx
ReplyDeleterespect ur feeling ,salute them for their scarifies ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
ReplyDeletebut when i see any high authority doing any wrong thing being in survice i feel like killing them..........it appears those soldiers lives to be in vain............but atleast we should nt stop give them value as we know better......
@ sudarshan- thnx for ur valuable comment. Actually what we need to do is to play our role only and as a soldier we should be least bothered about what others are doing....basically our motto sud be obediency with no question and if after that also u feel like changing the system you need to acquire power and know how to utilize them in the welfare of nation without letting the value of uniform down.....i can feel fire inside u, what i suggest u is to give them proper direction.
ReplyDeletesoldier never dies man............salute to all our warriors......excellent work harry keep it up
ReplyDelete@ vivek- thnx bro
ReplyDeleteHatts off to u uncle
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@anupam- thanx babu
ReplyDeletekeep up with ur golden lines.....
ReplyDeleteThanks SK PANDEY
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