The Final Sacrifice

Twenty years ago, a letter from a village in Himachal Pradesh arrived at the Ministry of Defence. The writer was a school teacher, and his request was as follows. 

He asked, "If possible, could my wife and I be granted permission to see the place where our only son died a heroic death in the Kargil war, on the day of his first death, his memorial day, on 07/07/2000? It's okay if you can't. If it is against national security, I will withdraw my application".

The Department Officer who read the letter, said, "It does not matter what the cost of their visit is, I will pay it from my salary, if the department is unwilling to and I will bring the teacher and his wife to the place where their only boy died" and he issued an order.

On the remembrance day of the deceased hero., the elderly couple were respectfully brought to the ridge. When he was taken to the place where his son died, everyone on duty stood erect and saluted. But one soldier handed him a bunch of flowers, bowed, touched his feet, wiped his eyes, and saluted. 

The teacher said, “You're an officer. Why do you touch my feet?"

"Well, Sir" said the soldier, “I'm the only one here who was with your son and the only one here who saw your son’s heroism on the field. The Pakistanis were shooting hundreds of bullets per minute with their H.M.G. Five of us advanced to a distance of thirty feet, and we were hiding behind a rock. I said, 'Sir, I am going for the ‘Death Charge’. I will take their Bullets, run to their bunker, and throw the grenade. After that, you all can capture their bunker.' 

I was about to run towards their bunker, but your son said, "Are you crazy? You have a wife and children. I'm still unmarried; I'll go. I will do  the 'Death Charge' and you do the covering" and without hesitating, he snatched the grenade from me and ran into the death charge.

Bullets fell like rain from the Pakistani H.M.G. 

Your son dodged them, reached the Pakistani bunker, took the pin out of the grenade, and threw it right into the bunker, sending thirteen Pakistanis to their death. Their assault was over and the area came under our control. 

I lifted your son's body, Sir. He had forty-two bullets in him. I lifted his head in my hands and with his last breath he said, "Jai Hind!"

I asked the superior to give the permission to bring his coffin to your village but he refused.

Though I never had the privilege of  putting these flowers at his feet, I have the privilege of putting them at yours, Sir.”

The teacher's wife was crying softly in the corner of her pallu, but the teacher didn't cry.

The teacher said., “I bought a shirt for my son to wear when he came on leave, but he never came home, and he never will. So I brought it to put it where he died. Why don't you take it and wear it for him, beta?"

 

The Kargil hero's name was Captain Vikram Batra.

His father's name is Girdhari Lal Batra.

His mother name is Kamal Kanta.

P. S.: My Dear Friends., These are our real heroes, not the fake Bollywood heroes wearing makeup and running around the trees.

So please share this to make others aware of their supreme sacrifices.

The above touching post was received via WhatsApp.

Note- A Hindi movie "Shershaah" was based on the heroic tale of Captain Vikram Batra.