In a few time we took out a body of a martyred soldier of Pak army which was in perfect condition. Khaki uniform was also perfectly fine. There was a wound of bullet hole. Its body temperature was also right. He was lying as he had just slept.
Respected hakeem sahib Asslam o Alikum. You had mentioned in previous magazine that if you have an incidence concerning Pak army then please share. In this reference I have an incident which a retired army soldier told me during a discussion while sitting at my shop. I regret to say I could not ask the name of that retired soldier.
Now listen to that incident according to that retired soldier.
In Pak army there is a taste and motivation of its own. A soldier of Pak army spends the whole day and night away from his family house with broad shoulders towards the enemy line soaked in patriotism. This young soldier has more worry for his country’s border more than his siblings, parents, wife and children and even more than his life.
I have served Pak army as a soldier. Now I am spending my day and night as a retired soldier but whenever I remember the golden memories then my eyes become wet.
During my serving period one incident happened which increased my motivation even more. Throughout my life while fighting with enemy I prayed for martyr hood. But I guess it was not the will of God.
This incident is of 1984. When Indra Gandhi was assassinated in India then the situation was very tense on the border. It felt that India will attack any moment.
My duty was on Sialkot sector and we were ordered to dig up bunkers near border as soon as possible.
We were digging with full motivation I was busy with my colleagues. We were digging from morning and during that I said my zuhar prayer and also had lunch. We were talking about fighting with enemies and were swearing to protect every inch of our land. There were such soldiers with us who had taken part in war of 1965 and 1971. They were telling stories of coward of enemy. While digging bunker I felt as if there is a leg in soil. I put my tools aside and started to dig with my bare hands. My partner also helped me in this. After a while we took a body of an army soldier which was in perfect condition. Even the khaki uniform was fine. There was a bullet hole in his neck. His body temperature was fine and he was lying as if he had just slept.
When we saw such a unique grace of Pak soldier body then we started to cheer slogans of Takbeer and God knows for how long we cheered. There were tears running down our cheeks. With complete respect we took out his body and informed head quarter. Our officers came and when they checked the record of that soldier then they found out that this soldier went missing in war of 1965.
His folks were informed, when his body was being taken I went to his village and he was buried with full protocol. Even today when I recall his body then my eyes get wet with this wish that may I would have passed away while serving my country as I would have become immortal.
