“ Tu hi sab kuch ( you are everything)
Tu hi jaan meri ( you are my life)
Teri haatho ki lakeero me jaan meri ( My destiny is written in your palms)
Tu jo haare hai haar meri (I loose when you loose)
Uthe sar bhi mera jo ho jeet teri (My head goes high when you win)”
Imagine having your personal workstation at 35,000 feet, you just don't live on beach sides but your life is in the middle of the oceans. Imagine waking to the breathtaking views of Himalayan range, rich nature and lakes of North East or the beautiful sunrise amidst the desert dunes. " I am an officer in the Indian Army, I am the son to two mothers, One bore me but the other, my country, she made me. She made me the man who I am. And every time she calls, I shall hear and I shall deed. For she is there in my hour of need.”
Life in forces is not about of fighting at borders, it is just a part of the greater duty " Serving the nation / Fighting for the motherland.” We as common people always dream big, plan for future, run behind money ,earn a lot and spend a lot over a sophisticated life, protest in need for reservation and kill in name of religion. An extraordinary life with no humanity ,no discipline, no brotherhood . Dreaming about future and brooding over past ,we fail to live everyday.
Men in uniform might earn less, but they live each and everyday as if it is their last day cause they don't fear death they embrace it, they face it and they conquer it. The last words of a soldier would never be " save me" it would be " Tell my mother I tried my best, tell my wife that I am sorry and tell my kids I love them". Their life is nourished by brotherhood, adventure and love. A muslim officer commanding a Sikh regiment shows the true nature of just being a human being .The whole forces are not united by religion ,cast ,creed or reservation. They are united by uniform, scotch, enfield and aviators. Their life is filled with joy. When everyone hates their monday mornings and their 8 hour jobs these men and women enjoy thier 24*7 duty.
Sleepless nights and camps are the best memories they cherish. They live upon adrenaline rush, they smile knowing their heads are on the cross hairs of enemy snipers, they jump off planes, they sail round the world, conquer the Everest. But all these fun are defeated by the feeling when they get letters from their loved ones. They live a life less ordinary. We as a nation sometimes fail to understand them.
"I wonder whether those of our political masters who have been put in charge of the defence of the country can distinguish a mortar from a motor; a gun from a howitzer ; a guerrilla from a gorilla, although a great many resemble the latter" - Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw.