An army man looks simple. He is a short haired, simple looking man under normal circumstances considered by society as a little nutty. He would wash his own crusier bike alongwoth his father's Car and help mom in kitchen.
He's a college graduate; an average student from one of the Kendriya Vidyalayas,or Sainik Schools, pursued some form of sport activities, loves his bike and dreams of driving a all terrain vehicle where no roads have ever been laid as he believes in making his own road, and also he doesnt care about the fancy cars much.
He has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns but he doesnt care and still loves her like no one else will. He listens to bhangra music, hip -hop or country or gazals along with regular Ak 47, or SLR & LMG fire and boom boom of 155mm howitzers an other toys that can yellow the pants of many big time badmashs in the civy street.He fighting the insurgents or standing gaurd on the icy Himalayas from before dawn to well after dusk or he is at Mumbai engaging the terrorists.
He has trouble spelling words right, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes faster than a rabbit and is in and out of them faster than a cheetah.
He can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. His pride and self-respect, he does not lack.
He is self-sufficient and hates to live on some idiots mercy. He do rather die than seek mercy or forgiveness from any lump of shit pseudo bigshotHe sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He is a highly trained killing machine conditioned to be very very disciplined and effective.He has seen more suffering and death than you can imagine in a lifetime.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed as he knows soldirs too have emotions.
He feels every note of the Jana Gana Mana vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hands from their pockets, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends the rights of these idiots to be disrespectful to national anthem . He is paying the price for our freedom by doing more and being paid less either in money or in respect.
He is your nation's Fighting Man that has kept this country free and defended your right to Freedom. He has experienced deprivation and adversity, and has seen his buddies falling to bullets and maimed and blown to bits, but He has asked nothing in return, except our acknowledgement of his existence and understanding of his human needs.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood and not manipulated it through dirty political manouvering. And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.
'God, hold our Armed Forces in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our times of need.'
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