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Ranchi, Dec. 5: Ranchi born and bred Lieutenant Colonel Sankalp Kumar (42), from the 24 Punjab Regiment, was among those who died fighting militants at Uri, Jammu and Kashmir, early this morning.

As the news of militant attack reached Kumar's residence at Krishna Nagar, about 15km from the capital in Sadar police station area, elderly resident Sushma Shukla fainted hearing her only son Sankalp was no more.

Breaking down, his father S.K. Shukla added: "As a soldier's father I am happy that he got an honourable death. I am proud of him."

Like Ranchi, Uri goes to polls in its third phase on December 9.

Uri apart, Tral and Shopian in South Kashmir were the other two sites of attack.

Today's militant attacks - in which eight armymen, three police personnel, six militants and two civilians lost their lives - is being termed as retaliation by separatist forces responding to the high turnout in earlier two phases in Jammu and Kashmir. Over 70 per cent voters had defied the separatists' poll boycott diktat to vote.


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Retired engineer Shukla, who had worked in Central Coalfields Limited and Tata Steel, said Sankalp had come home during Durga Puja. "Last night, he talked to his mother as a matter of routine. This afternoon, I got information about his death from the Army Information Centre here," he said.

This wasn't the first time that Sankalp, an alumnus of St Xavier's School and St Xavier's College, had faced bullets.

"Encounters with terrorists was his routine work. In 2004, he sustained three bullets in his stomach. Terrorists had opened fire from AK-47s during that encounter in Srinagar. But, he had survived back then," the sobbing father told The Telegraph.

He added he was extremely worried about his wife's health. "She is not regaining consciousness since she heard the news. A doctor has examined her."

Punjab Regimental Centre chief Brigadier G.P.S. Sishodia, accompanied by other armymen, visited the martyr's home.


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Brigadier Sishodia told The Telegraph that Sankalp's Patna-based wife Priya had already left for Delhi on a flight to receive the body. "It is expected that the body will reach by day after tomorrow," he said.

Sankalp has two school-going daughters, Manna and Shara.

Shukla's next-door neighbour N.C. Deogharia, also a retired army colonel, said they were all extremely happy when Sankalp was selected for the army through the combined defence service examination in 1999. "He lived and died like a real soldier," Deogharia said.

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Prime Minister Narendra Modi and chief minister Omar Abdullah have condemned the attack in the strongest terms. Modi called it "desperate attempts to derail the atmosphere of hope and goodwill as seen by increased voter turnout."

The army has called the attack a "suicide mission".


Hero's death for Ranchi officer





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. . . .
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking:
Dream of battled fields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
In our isle's enchanted hall,
Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,
Fairy strains of music fall,
Every sense in slumber dewing.
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Dream of fighting fields no more:
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil, nor night of waking.

No rude sound shall reach thine ear,
Armour's clang, or war-steed champing,
Trump nor pibroch summon here
Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.
Yet the lark's shrill fife may come
At the day-break from the fallow,
And the bittern sound his drum,
Booming from the sedgy shallow.
Ruder sounds shall none be near,
Guards nor warders challenge here,
Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing,
Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.

Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done,
While our slumbrous spells assail ye,
Dream not, with the rising sun,
Bugles here shall sound reveillé.
Sleep! the deer is in his den;
Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying;
Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen,
How thy gallant steed lay dying.
Huntsman, rest; thy chase is done,
Think not of the rising sun,
For at dawning to assail ye,
Here no bugles sound reveillé.
 
. . . . . .
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking:
Dream of battled fields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
In our isle's enchanted hall,
Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,
Fairy strains of music fall,
Every sense in slumber dewing.
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Dream of fighting fields no more:
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil, nor night of waking.

No rude sound shall reach thine ear,
Armour's clang, or war-steed champing,
Trump nor pibroch summon here
Mustering clan, or squadron tramping.
Yet the lark's shrill fife may come
At the day-break from the fallow,
And the bittern sound his drum,
Booming from the sedgy shallow.
Ruder sounds shall none be near,
Guards nor warders challenge here,
Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing,
Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.

Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done,
While our slumbrous spells assail ye,
Dream not, with the rising sun,
Bugles here shall sound reveillé.
Sleep! the deer is in his den;
Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying;
Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen,
How thy gallant steed lay dying.
Huntsman, rest; thy chase is done,
Think not of the rising sun,
For at dawning to assail ye,
Here no bugles sound reveillé.
Beautiful.
 
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