HEROES THEY ARE - DEAD OR ALIVE!!!
Please click on the link above for the entire article on how for an ordinary jawan, whose everyday life, (riddled with hard training and little time for family), is not just tough but gruelling.
It is wonderful to get recognised for your selfless services, but public memory is short lived!
No matter how much they eulogise the efforts of these men today, for saving their precious lives, (in this moment of deep crisis) everything will be forgotten after a week long peaceful sleep.
And so those long gruelling hours of training, away from public eyes, (which are really boring facts to document), will remain untold and the heroism of these men off battlefield remain unsung.
The above article is my tribute to all my soldier brothers , dead or alive - I also wish to take this opportunity to pay my deepest respect to the staff of Taj, Oberoi and others and the general public ( in the VT station/the Leopold Cafe, the roads) who showed great courage in this extraordinary moment of crisis. Heroes you all are , never doubt for a moment !
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1 comment:
A moving piece by the author.Well done.Keep it up.
I feel these two epitaphs I found are apt for our slain heroes.
His toils are past, his work is done
He fought the fight-the victory won.
Living he made the poor man's heart be glad
And at his death the sorrowing ones more sad. -------------------------------------------
Build me no monuments.
Should my turn come, please do not weep for me and waste your tears.
Write not my name on honour rolls of fame to crumble with man's memory through the years.
Wear no dark clothes; speak in no saddened voice,
Seeking rare virtues which didn't exist.
I ask one thing - that in still, far-off days,
Someone who knew me should in their daily rounds,
Suddenly pause, caught by some sight or sound,
Some glance, some phrase, some trick of memory's ways which brings me to mind,
then I shall wait, eager with hope, perhaps to hear - "how great if he were with us still!"
And then at the end, all that I wish for is just - "he was my friend!"
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