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Battle of Chawinda

The Battle of Chawinda was a part of the Sialkot Campaign in the Indo-Pakistani War of 1965. It was one of the largest tank battles since the Battle of Kursk in World War II.

The forces

General Dunn, the commander of I Corps Indian Army was given an assortment of units: 1 Armoured Division, 6 Mountain Division, 14 Division and 26 Division. The Pakistani force expected to oppose the Indian thrust consisted of 15 Division, 6 Armoured Division(equivalent to armoured brigade group) and 4 Corps Artillery. Later reinforcements included 8 Infantry Division and 1 Armoured Division.

The Battle

The inability of the Indian Army to vault the BRB Canal stalemated the Lahore front. The Indians turned their attention to the main thrust, called Operation 'Nepal', in the Sialkot sector. The aim of the attack was to seize the key Grand Trunk Road around Wazirabad. The striking force of the Indian 1st Corps was the 1st Armoured Division supported by the 14th Infantry and 6thh Mountain divisions. The infantry seized the border area on 7 September: realising the threat, the Pakistani rushed two regiments of their 6th Armoured Division from Chhamb to the Sialkot sector to support the Pakistani 7th Infantry Division there. These units, plus an independent tank destroyer squadron, amounted to 135 tanks; 24 M47 and M48 Pattons, about 15 M36B1s and the remainder Shermans. The majority of the Pattons belonged to the new 25th Cavalry commanded by Lt. Col. Nisar, which was sent to the Chawinda area. Fighting around the Gadgor village between the Indian 1 Armoured division and the Pakistani 25th Cavalry Regiment resulted in the Indian advance being stopped.



The Indian plan was to drive a wedge between Sialkot and the 6th Armoured Division, which it believed was stationed around Chawinda. In fact there was only a single regiment there at the time. The Indian 1st Armoured Division's drive quickly divided, with the 43rd Lorried Infantry Brigade supported by a tank regiment attacking Gat, while the main blow of the 1st Armoured Brigade was hurled against Phillaura. Pakistani air attacks caused moderate damage to the tank columns, but exacted a heavier toll on the truck columns and infantry. The terrain features of the area were very different from those around Lahore, being quite dusty, and the approach of the Indian attack was evident to the 25th Cavalry by the rising dust columns on the Charwah-Phillaura road.

The Indians resumed their attacks on 10 September with multiple corps sized assaults and succeeded in pushing the Pakistani forces back to their base at Chawinda, where they were stopped. A Pakistani counterattack at Phillorah was repulsed with heavy damage, and the Pakistanis settled in defensive positions. The Pakistani position at this point was highly perilous, the Indians outnumbered them by ten to one.

However, the Pakistani situation improved as reinforcements arrived, consisting of two independent brigades from Kashmir, 8 Infantry Division, and most crucially, their 1 Armoured Division. For the next several days, Pakistani forces repulsed Indian attacks on Chawinda. A large Indian assault on 18 September involving India's 1st Armoured and 6th Mountain Divisions was repelled, with the 1st Armoured Division being mauled and being taken out of action, while the 6th Indian mountain division lay disintegrated in front of the Pakistani defences. The Indians withdrew to a defensive position near their original bridgehead.

The Pakistanis followed up by launching Operation Windup, which forced the Indians back across the international border for the most part, though the coming of the ceasefire meant that the Indians still managed to retain some territory.



Results

The Indian Army failed to achieve any of it's stated objectives. Their main objective was to capture Sialkot and thus cut the main Grand Trunk Road, splitting Pakistan in two. In the process, they had seen their most powerful formations performing, but even with strategic surprise and a superiority in men and material, the Indian Army had been halted and pushed back for the most part.

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KIT Over n Out.:pakistan:
 
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Battle of BRB Cannal 1965

Nishan-e-Haider for Raja Aziz Bhatti Shaheed

By Brig M I Qureshi, Commander 17 Punjab, 1965 War.

In the 1965 Indo-Pakistan war, the invading 7th Indian army division could not even come up to the BRB canal in the Barki sector allocated to my battalion because of the valour, gallant defensive stand and supreme sacrifice of Major Raja Aziz Bhatti which is a superb achievement in that war.

On the morning of 6th September 1965, my battalion's defensive positions were along the line of Barki-Kohrian, running about 1000 yards ahead of and parallel the BRB Canal. Of these, Barki, through which the Harike road passed to the vital Barki Bridge, was given to the company commanded by Aziz Bhatti.

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At 1900 hour, on that day, I was told by the Brigade Commander that the Barki Bridge would be blown off in two hours time and I should pull back the companies, basing the defence on the BRB Canal. As Barki had the potential of a defensive position, I insisted and was allowed to keep one platoon there for delaying the enemy.

Thereafter, I went to Barki, where Aziz Bhatti had established his command post on top of a third storey of a house, with an artillery officer by his side. This afforded him observation of a vast area in front of Barki. I told him that his company had to move back under his command to the Barki Bridge area on the BRB and he should leave a platoon under a Subedar at Barki for delaying the enemy.

Aziz Bhatti, fully acknowledging that his main task was the defence of the Barki Bridge on the BRB requested to be allowed to stay with the platoon himself. His performance during the next two days amazed me and the Brigade Commander shook the Indian Division, which has been given the task of capturing the Barki Bridge by the 6th September evening. Accurate and effective artillery fire on the advancing Indian troops took a heavy toll. The house was shelled heavily. The aircraft strafed and rocketed the house, extensively damaging it, but Aziz Bhatti stayed on. The platoon under his command effectively repulsed the first attack, the attacking troops having suffered heavily due to the personal command of the Aziz Bhatti himself. Consequently, we beefed up Aziz Bhatti's position with another platoon.

Facing a whole Indian division, he now had 60 men under his command in his position about 1000 yards in front of the BRB, his southern flanks along the roadside completely open.

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The 7th Indian division was pressurised from higher headquarters to get to the BRB Canal in the Barki Bridge area, so it launched seven attacks supported by artillery and tanks to dislodge Aiz Bhatti from Barki but didn't get any success.

Finally, the Indian Division Commander decided to put in a Brigade attack on 10th September night, using the central India Horse (CIH) its Armour, in the unconventional role of assault at night from the southern flank of Barki. Fortunately, on the afternoon of 9th September, an Indian truck full off anti tank mines strayed into Barki area and we captured it. It was a God's gift. We hurriedly laid some of these mines along the road and on the southern flank of Barki.

After offering resistance and inflicting heavy loss to the attacking troops, Aziz Bhatti pulled out along with his surviving men to take up the defence of the Barki Bridge. The CIH did not dare to come towards the Barki Bridge as its commanding Officer and a Squadron Commander had been killed during the attack, but a section of enemy infantry occupied a position close to the BRB Canal.

Aziz Bhatti and his men cleared this position held by the enemy and crossed the Canal to the home bank to defend the Barki Bridge area.

So intense had been the shelling, I had lost contact with Aziz Bhatti and did not know much about the battle at Barki. I immediately sent the Commando platoon under Captain Arshad Choudhry to the Barki Bridge, who found Major Aziz Bhatti having taken a position along with the machine gun crew defending the Barki Bridge.

The Battle of Barki, fought by us as a delaying position, with 60 men under command of Aziz Bhatti, was highlighted by the Indian Army as an epic battle, which, in the words of the Indian western command "Compensated the setbacks suffered by Indian troops in other sectors." Even the president of India came to visit the battlefield of Barki.

For the Battalion and particularly for Raja Aziz Bhatti, the battle was far from over. The Higher Indian Command was pressing the Indian Division to close up to the Canal in the Barki Bridge area, whereas the Division had not moved beyond Barki.

I wanted to relieve Major Aziz Bhatti's Company then defending the BRB Bridge area but couldn't because two of my companies were taken by the Brigade and the 3rd company was defending the Second Bridge in my area. Fully aware of his keenness for shahadat in the performance of his duties and knowing the strain he had undergone since 6th September, I summoned Aziz Bhatti to Battalion Headquarters for a days rest. This was all I could do.

While I went to attend higher headquarters conference, Aziz Bhatti went back to his company. On return I was angry and questioned Aziz Bhatti as to why he had left. He told me, "Sir, as you know the battle is not yet over, my place is here, I shall die defending this place."

I told him not to take unnecessary risks, as the war may last long and we have to fight it out.

One of the drawbacks of the home bank of the BRB Canal was that it was lower than the other bank and it was difficult for the artillery observer to bring down observed artillery fire on the enemy troops advancing towards BRB Canal. The artillery observer placed himself in a house behind the BRB Canal, from where he could observe more effectively but he still needed help from an observer on the BRB Canal for correcting the artillery fire. Aziz Bhatti took this task on himself.

As mentioned earlier, the Indian Division was still attempting to close up to the BRB Canal. On the 12th morning, a force consisting of tanks and infantry formed up for this operation. Aziz Bhatti called for artillery fire on the force. The artillery observer wanted correction of its salvos, which Aziz Bhatti provided. An Indian tank fully viewing Aziz Bhatti took a shot and hit his shoulder, and he fell down as a martyr but by then the artillery fire had been effective against the enemy force.

That was the last attempt of the 7th Indian division to move close to the BRB Canal.

By his supreme sacrifice, Aziz Bhatti had fully accomplished the task given to him.

On his martyrdom, I rang up the Brigade Commander telling him that I was recommending Raja Aziz Bhatti for Nishan-e-Haider.

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KIT Over n Out :pakistan:
 
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I will be the first one to say thanks to you on your this post. Good job plus a very rich information
 
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Extremely good info...... This is the kind of info that is suppose to be on this forum.... not T20 worldcup affairs
 
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Sorry for Misposting: Detailed Operation is just in ahead posts.

Thanx.

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Chumik Operation​

(A Brief and To-The-Point Information, good for short readers)

Introduction

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The Siachen dispute was added to the roster of major issues in Indo-Pakistan relations for the first time in April 1984. During the month, Indian Army airlifted mountain trained forces into position over-looking key passes in the Baltoro Range , a spur of the Karakoram Mountains , flanking the Siachen Glacier's southern rim, setting in motion a spectacular high-altitude military struggle with Pakistan that has continued unabated to the present day. Confronting one another in some areas at altitude over 6000 metres, the two armies contested for possession of a largely uninhabited, wedge-shaped piece of territory, about 2500 square kilometers in size, situated just south of the Chinese border. The struggle is on till today and a number of operations have been executed by both sides for occupation or retention of key areas / posts.

Background

Chumik is a minor sub sector of Bilafond Sub Sector, which has remained quiet since 1984 with the exception of Chumik Operation in 1989. Forwarded posts of the sub sector overlook Gyong Glacier and also dominate by observation, enemies Baniya Base. A Pakistani post was established in the Location of present Sher Post in 1985. The post was later withdrawn suffering heavy losses due to avalanches and enemy artillery fire the same year. The post was re-established in 1988 by 9 Northern Light Infantry on the order of Commander Force Command Northern Area. In the early spring of 1989, there were signal intercepts indicating enemy activity in the area. On 22 February 89 , enemy helicopter's conducted reconnaissance of the area followed by inaccurate artillery fire. Reconnaissance was conducted by Helicopter and it revealed that enemy had established five new posts/bases. Enemy had also occupied off shoots of point 22158 (the highest peak in the area which came to be known as Naveed Top after this operation). This gave enemy, the vital observation over our entire sub sector which could create serious problems in holding and maintenance of own posts. Enemy started engaging our forwarded posts, Ashgar Base and escalated the situation in the sub sector , forcing us to react.

Conduct of Operation

Relative strength and deployment in the area is as under:
Enemy

Enemy had intruded into Chumik area and occupied the area. Enemy's one complete battalion supported by different calibers of artillery and complete flight of Lama Helicopter took part in the operation. She established the following posts/bases which were supported through administrative bases of Bniya and Rani:
GANGA One platoon
SADHU One platoon (minus)
AGRA -I One Section
AGRA-II One Section with an artillery observer
MG Position One Section with heavy Machine Gun
Support Troops One Company in support role (for back up support).

Own

A company of regular troops was detailed to relieve Northern Light Infantry troops in the Chumik Sector on 10 April 1989 . The force was further strengthened later, which was necessary for the final eviction of the enemy from the Sector. Activities in this sector had intensified considerably and constant vigil was kept on the enemy activities. Risk of weakening of our forces in this area could therefore not be taken. Guns and mortars of available artillery in the area supported the operation. One company of Northern Light Infantry on relief from the sector was provided for assistance. Ten men of Special Services Group were provided for technical assistance and expertise. Four Lama Helicopters of Arms Aviation were provided to support the operation.

The Initial Plan

Company minus ex 9 Azad Kashmir was holding Chumik sub sector which was subsequently augmented by another company for offensive role. Helicopters were also provided for the operation, along with Special Services Group troops and additional 81 millimeter Mortars. It was planned to occupy the area to check the further movement of enemy. The out line plan was as follows:
Mission

To occupy the area by engaging enemy Ganga Base with observed artillery fire to interdict her Line of Communication.
Execution
The plan/task was to be accomplished in following phases:

Phase-I Establish Kausar Base.
Phase-II Establish Kausar 1, Kausar 2 and Kausar 3 Bases.
Phase-III . Occupy the area.

First Attempt

Aerial reconnaissance of the area was carried out on 16 April 1989 . The expedition was sent out in establishing Kausar Base by mid night the same day. Kausar 1 was established on 17 April at a height of 17000 feet and in the same evening Kausar 2 was also established. It was found that movement thereafter was not possible due to extreme difficult nature of terrain. The expedition was immediately called off to avoid detection by the enemy.

Second Attempt

Force Commander Northern Area decided to drop Special Services Group persons on Saddle by helicopter. Effort was made to drop the persons but helicopter could not hover at such a low level where persons could jump basically because of poor weather and configuration of ground. The mission was once again aborted.

The Modified Plan

After failure of two missions, the plan was modified as under:
Persons ex 9 Azad Kashmir and Special Service Group) to be sling – dropped at the base with the aim of occupying the area, facilitating ultimate eviction of enemy.

Two platoon size expeditions to make efforts for link up from two directions (One platoon each from 9 Azad Kashmir and 6 Northern Light Infantry).

Execution of the Plan

On 19 April 89 , the first helicopter took off. Lieutenant Naveed, a volunteer officer ex 9 Azad Kashmir was sling drooped at the Saddle. Captain Seghal and Captain Zia(got shahdat as Lt colonel on a UN mission), the pilots of helicopter also did a wonderful job and were able to release the slung officer at a flat place on the base (Naveed Base). Subsequently Naik Yaqoob, Special Services Group was also dropped to join Lieutenant Naveed. Some stores were also dropped in next sorties. But soon weather deteriorated making further drops impossible. It was 21 April when weather cleared and more persons were dropped. Then it was race between Indians and us to reach the top. Our troops made it to the top (Kamran Top) earlier than the enemy thus gaining the victory at a highest point in the world where battle has ever been fought. Eight Indian soldiers were discovered only 300 – 400 meters from Kamran Top who were forced to withdraw under own fire.

6 Northern Light Expedition

The expedition having left on 18 April was close to saddle on 25 April. Three officers with one Jawan were buried alive under tons of snow. This marked the end of expedition.

9 Azad Kashmir Expedition

The expedition under Captain Tariq took a good start on 22 April 89 . Its fire raided enemy's Agra I forcing her to vacate the base. Then proceeded to close with Agra II but could not succeed due to difficult terrain. The post was however engaged with artillery fire.


The First Blow

Enemy's intention of dominating Chumik Glacier began to fail when “Ganga Base” also known as “Thappa Base” was effectively engaged by artillery. The enemy was forced to shift the base. Destruction of Ganga Base probably forced enemy to give a second thought to her plans.



The Raid

On 30 April 1989 , a raiding party consisting of 11 persons including 4 officers was organized by Major Abdul Rehman Bilal. The party closed in with enemy machine gun position at approximately 1900 hours. The fire was opened which caught enemy by surprise. However, enemy soon retaliated with small arms and rocket fire. Own troops were relatively safe since Kamran Post was protected by a boulder. The raiding party in the meantime inflicted heavy damages to the enemy. This final blow forced enemy to withdraw asking for a meeting where almost all of our terms were accepted. The area was vacated and declared as de-militarized zone.

Enemy Casualities: 34 Dead, 150 Wounded.

Own Casualities: 6 Martyrs, 44 Wounded.

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KIT Over n Out :victory::pakistan::sniper::guns:
 
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(ACTION AT CHUMIK – April 1989)

Background

Episode - I:

Siachen - The World´s Highest Battlefield
By Brig. Ghazanfar Ali and Brig. Akhtar Ghani

The Siachen Glacier (Siachen meaning "Black Rose" in Balti), discovered in 1907, is the world´s longest glacier outside the polar regions. It also holds another and less benignant record: the hither-to-fore uninhabited, unexplored and relatively unknown icy-caped region has become the highest battlefield in the world, where Pakistani and Indian troops are entrenched against each other.

The Siachen measures approximately 75km in length and 4.8km in width, and rises to about 4,800m. The glacier originates near the Indra Koli Pass on the Pakistan-China border, about 70km southeast of K-2 (Chogori), the second highest peak in the world; From here it runs along the Saltoro Range in a southeasterly direction till it turns into the Nubra River near Dzingrulma, a small village in Indian-held Kashmir (IHK) near Ladakh.

The glacier is flanked by the Saltoro Range to the west and can be approached from Khapalu, a Balti town in the area. Another access is along the Nubra River, ascending from south to northwest in Indian-occupied Ladakh. The historic Saltoro Pass is flanked by high mountains, of which the Saltoro Kangri (a Balti word meaning "peak") at 7,740m is the most prominent.

The Saltoro Pass, also known as Bilafond La ("Pass of the Butterflies") has a unique history. In early 14th century, it was traversed by the Muslim saint Syed Ali Hamadani, who traveled from Kashmir through Shigar to Kashgar in Central Asia, spreading Islam en route. In the 16th century, a Turkish Sultan, Abu Sayid, invaded Ladakh from China through this pass. Domination of these strategic passes is a key to control the surrounding areas. The Saltoro Range inside Pakistan provides access to Siachen through five passes, i.e., Sia La (7,300m), Bilafond La (6,160m), Gyong La (5,640m), Yarma La (6,100m) and Chulung La (5,800m). These heights and passes, remain snowbound throughout the year.

The Roots Of The Conflict

The current conflict over Siachen Glacier is part of the bitter, unresolved dispute between Pakistan and India over Kashmir - a dispute which dates back to the independence of the two states in Agust 1947 as a result of the partition of the Indian sub-continent based on Muslim and Hindu majority populations. The Siachen issue arose over the interpretation of the precise direction of the line of control beyond grid point NJ 9842 as it turns through the ice-covered area of northern Kashmir. In the Karachi Agreement (27 July 1949), it was specified that the line would move "north to the glaciers" from Khor, the last identified location.

In April 1984, the Indian Army in an operation code-named MEGHOOT ("Cold Messenger") airlifted a battalion from the Kumaon Regiment and Ladakh Scouts onto the glacier, and a platoon on each of the two key northern passes, Bilafond La and Sia La, in the Saltoro Range just west of Siachen.

As Siachen Glacier is an integral part of Baltistan, a region in Pakistan's Northern Areas, Pakistan responded quickly to forestall Indian agression and foil the Indian attempt at using the passes over glacier to invade and occupy more territory. The Indian occupation of Siachen Glacier also threatens the Karakoram Highway (the old "Silk Route"), which is a major road linking Pakistan to China at the Khunjerab Pass. By its strong resolve and determination Pakistan has thus prevented future Indian aggression in the region. Tracing back the annals of history, Siachen has always been part of Pakistan since independence in 1947. Mountaineering and trekking expeditions to the Siachen area routinely applied for, and obtained authorization by the government of Pakistan. The renowed American journalist, Martin A. Sugarman in his book "Siachen - War Above the Clouds" quotes many examples and authorities which prove Pakistan's possession and its claims over the area. According to Mr Sugarman, "As early as 1957, the imperial College of London asked Pakistani authorities for permission to send an expedition to Siachen. Many other international expeditions, including one by an Austrian team (in 1961) and three by Japanese groups (in 1962, 1975 and 1976), sought Pakistani authorization to visit Siachen's nearby mountain peaks and glaciers. In addition, many international mountaineering and trekking journals and guidebooks refer to Pakistan as the governmental authority in the Siachen area".

American and British maps and atlases including the Britannica Atlas, the National Geographic Society's Atlas of the World, The Times Atlas of the World, and the University of Chicago's Historical Atlas of South Asia" - show the Ceasefire Line/Line of Control running from NJ 9842 in a straight path northeastward to the Karakoram Pass on the Chinese border, with Siachen Glacier clearly inside Pakistan".

In addition, Sir Own Dixon, first UN Representative to India and Pakistan, indicated in his comprehensive report on Kashmir to the Security Council in 1950 that Siachen Glacier fell within the northern Areas of Pakistan. The highly regarded account was including in a book published in 1958 under the title "Essential Documents and Notes in the Kashmir Dispute", by the Indian writer P.L. Lakhanpal, who supported Dixon's findings. More evidence to back Pakistani claims comes from prominent Indian defence analyst Ravi Rikhye, who in his 1982 book "The Fourth Round: Indo-Pak War 1984", includes a map showing the Ceasefire Line runnig northeastward to the Karakoram Pass on the Chinese border, again putting Siachen Glacier clearly inside Pakistani territory. Another important book "The Western Front: Indo-Pakistan War 1971", published in India in 1984 by retired LtGen K.P. Candeth (a former commander of India's Western Command), includes several maps supporting Pakistani claims.

Operating In An Hostile Environment

Ever since the Indian aggression in 1984, soldiers of the Pakistan Army stand vigil against invasion in areas characterized by a very hostile enviroment: high and vast mountains and large glacial expanses; altitudes of around 6,000m and above; temperatures that fall to -50°C in winters, further accentuated by the wind chill factor; frequent and harsh blizzards that blow away, separate or bury tents, stores and shelters. In these areas, traditional measures for security and information cannot be carried out because men and equipment cannot be carried out because men and equipment cannot move about freely. Traditional solutions and practices as regards weapons, equipment and doctrines are unsuitable, for nowhere else in the world have such conditions been encountered. Military operations take on completely new dimensions, further compounded by the effects of high altitude and a deepening sense of isolation.

The gradients in this region are extremely steep and the valleys very narrow. Vast glaciers, which give birth to fast-flowing streams and rivers, are hemmed in the valleys. The glaciers are the only avenues of movement along their medial moraines; these routes, however, are only fit for foot movement as loose snow and numerous crevasses make cross-country movement almost impossible. Snowfall during winters and the melting of ice durring summers cause continuous changes on the glacial surface and within it. Due to extremely low temperatures and frequent storms and blizzards, survival is possible only with special clothing, equipment and accommodation. Summers are very mild, and altitudes above 4,500m remain snow-bound throughout the year.

The most striking feature of high altitudes is the glacier, with its crevasses and mounds of snow, rock and ice. These glaciers are formed by accumulated snow which inches down the valleys to some 1,200m below the snow line. Though apparently inert, glaciers move at a steady pace , bringing in continuous changes on their surface, pushing up boulders and rocks 4.5-6m in diameter, and creating crevasses as deep and deadly as the depth of the glacier itself. Above the glaciers, on the steep slopes of surrounding mountains, avalanches occur frequently, often without warning. Apart from natural causes (breaking of tension within the snow structure or rise in temperatures), avalanches can also be initiated by aircraft breaking the sound barrier, or heavy weapons firing, or helicopters flying close to the mountain sides.

Jeepable tracks are available only up to the snouts of some of the important glaciers; beyond them the stores are supplies are handled either by helicopters or by porters. Because of steep gradients, frequent hairpin bends and road-cutting across sheer cliffs, the driving is not only strenuous and hazardous, but extremely time consuming. A vehicle may cover about 80 kilometers in five to six hours; a convoy may take about ten to twelve hours for the same distance. The slopes of the mountains being unstable, the area is subject to frequent slides, thus severing road communications for days. This is especially more pronounced during the snow-melting and monsoon seasons.

Foot movement is equally slow and fatiguing. To traverse about 25km beyond 4,200m requires fice to six days of walking. On ice surfaces its is even slower and cumbersome, with speed reduced to 100m in 15-20 minutes with two-three minutes rest after every five minutes. Beyond 5,400m, more frequent halts for rest become necessary; a person not properly acclimatized takes much longer, and is always a liability for the group. Altitude also has a telling effect on the porters who can barely manage a 15-20kg load beyond 5,400m - and that too with a day/two days rest after each trip. A soldier's combat load also has to be correspondingly reduced, with the attendant loss of operational efficiency and selfreliance.

Helicopter operations are also adversely affected. Due to the rarefied atmosphere, varying temperatures and unpredictable wind conditions, the lift capability and serviceability of helicopters and greatly reduced. Only light helicopters can be used beyond 4,500m; an ALOUETTE, for example, can just deliver about 40kg up to 6,100m in summer and about 80kg in winter - and this while operating at its extreme capacity. Evacuation of casualties is another nightmare, requiring frequent turnover to avoid pilot fatigue.

Since these areas are mostly inaccessible, maps are highly inaccurate, which of course means more reliance on physical reconnaissance either by patrols or by helicopters. This, however, is not always possible; when the sky is overcast and the clouds are very low, visibility becomes severely restricted, and similarity of terrain makes recognition of features extremely difficult. In blizzards, snowfalls and bad weather the visibility is further reduced (down to a few meters), severely curtailing movement, target engagement and operation of helicopters. At an average, these conditions prevail for seven out of ten days during winter.

Harsh Winter Conditions

Winter conditions present a whole series of challenges beyond reduced visibility. Temperatures drop to as low as -40°C in non-glaciated areas and -60°C in glaciated areas. Beyond 5,400m, temperatures as low as -70°C to -80°C have been experienced. The wind in the valleys can blow at 70-80 knots, accentuating the wind chill factor. At heights, these winds take the form of blizzards that bury tents, shelters and weapons emplacements under heaps of snow. Blizzards lasting for over two-three days and burying shelters under 2.5-3m of snow are not an uncommon phenomenon.

Extremely low temperatures adversely affect the physical well-being of troops and have pronounced psychological implications. Slight carelessness or lack of proper clothing results in frostbite within a matter of minutes, at times ultimately needing amputations. Prolonged isolation and confinement to shelters during snowfalls and blizzards, weighs heavily on the nerves of the men. Continuous loss of fluid through perspiration and reduced fluid intake, can lead to kidney failure if not checked in time. Light clothing, however warm enough to beat the freezing cold, is essential. By the same token, snow tents are fine for short-duration halts or for patrols needing overnight stay away from the base; however, for prolonged stays pre-fabricated shelters with proper insulation are needed. The shelters have to be strong, yet light enough to be frequently dug out and reassembled after a snowstrom.

Living at high altitudes exposes soldiers to henceforth uncommon ailments, including most particularly pulmonary and/or cerebral oedema. Both occur as a result of the lack of oxygen at heights and increased activity; pulmonary oedema is quite common, but not very serious if treated in time, while cerebral oedema is invariably fatal, though fortunately less commom. In the former, death can occur due to lung failure and in the latter, due to brain damage if the victim is not evacuated in time. Another common but not very serious ailment is high altitude sickness resulting in vomiting, headache and fatigue. Psychological effects include a tendency towards intolerance and acute mental depression.

The standard and effective curve for the above ailments is to bring the patient below 4000m. That, however, is not without problems - even without considering a situation of military conflict. To bring down one casualty from 6,100m to 5,400m requires a party of five-six persons and normally takes six to eight hours - while for any such casualty, time is at premium. Due to biological changes in human blood and extremely low temperatures, many drugs lose their potency and effect. More casualities occur in these areas as a result of natural hazards than through other reasons.

Extremely low temperatures also have their effects on weapons, munitions and equipment. Experience reveals sluggishness in the cyclic operation of weapons, malfunctioning due to freezing of lubricants, and breakage due to brittleness. Munitions - especially mortar bombs, rockets and recoilless rifle projectiles - tend to behave erratically, a phenomenon attributable to the rarefied atmosphere. Formation of fog close to automatic weapons restricts visibility and prevents their continuous use. Food is another aspect which is seriously affected due to the high altitudes and extreme cold. Loss of appetite or aversion to the same type of food for days on end, seriously affects the morale.

Outlook

The Indian intransigence over Siachen in 1984, forced Pakistan to defend its territorial integrity. Lately, however, having found the human and financial cost of maintaining its troops there unmanageable, the Indians have reportedly been making diplomatic moves to persuade Pakistan to disengage from Siachen. Pakistan, however, maintains that Siachen has always been part of Pakistan; hence, India should vacate the area, as it was the aggressor to occupy a portion of it back in 1984.

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KIT Over n Out.
 
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(ACTION AT CHUMIK – April 1989)

Episode - II

Staring Death in the Face

In the stillness of the night, Naib Subedar Atta Mohammad was awakened by the shrill screams of a desperate women crying for help. For a second he thought it was a nightmare, but his sharp and instant reflexes immediately woke him to the reality of the situation. Some gangsters were trying to kidnap a woman. Without losing any precious time he jumped out of his bed, barefooted he ran in the direction of the plaintive cries. Before the assaulters could realize what was happening, he had grabbed the rifle of one of the armed men and had sent him reeling on the ground with a flying-kick. The next man was dealt a blow in the ribs with the butt of the rifle. Before the other could react the battle was over and gun was staring the brigands in the face. Having unarmed them, he shepherded them into a room and sent for the police. His quick and intrepid action had helped save the life and honour of a respectable daughter of the soil.

This lion hearted man of iron nerves and steely fists had a soft and tender heart. He doted upon his children, loved his wife, looked after his mother and relatives, was kind to his neighbors and generous to his friends. Having chosen the army as his profession, he got recruited in the Army Services Corps in 1965 and then later in 1970, he was selected for the special services group. As a commando he often used to go on missions that were fraught with danger.

Thrice he had a close call but he would return unscathed. Perhaps nature was saving him for the crowning honour that he was to receive in the forty second year of his life. His company was now being sent to Siachen. Before leaving for the glaciated region Atta went to spend a few days at his village. On the last night at home, he asked his mother, Sami bibi, to wake him early in the morning. He had to catch the first bus for Rawalpindi from where he would go to his future destination. His mother lovingly asked enquired when he would be coming back. He told her this time it would be pretty long before he returned home. That night the whole family chatted for a long time. In the morning when Samo Bibi came to wake up her son, he was already out of bed and was on the prayer mat, offering his prayers. His mother told him it was a bit early for the morning prayer to which he laughingly remarked, ‘God accepts the ill-timed prayers of the travellers’. He picked up his ruck sack, kissed the foreheads of his sleeping children, touched the feet of his mother and left the house. After ten minutes he was again back. His mother felt surprised, it was not this wont to return after he had left. He told her he had come to fetch the blanket that he had forgotten to take along. Again he kissed the sleeping children and bade farewell to his wife and mother. He came back the third time. His daughter Kauser was sitting with her grandmother on the prayer mat. He felt pleased that she had gotten up for morning prayers. Atta’s mother asked ‘Atta what is the matter? It looks like as if you don’t want to go’. Atta told her the bus had not yet come so he thought of spending a few more moments with his family.

Having undergone the necessary travel and having reached Siachen, Atta was trudging along for his final destination. Heavily harnessed in thick American snowline equipment and survival-pack, he was heading a party of 4 SSG men who were to relieve their friends at the peak. The merger of their white robes with the vast whiteness of snow adequately prevented them from being picked up by enemy NVDs (Night Vision Devices) on the next ridge line. Mercury had fallen well below minus 30C. Freezing wind had induced a terribly painful numbness on their bodies, hands and feet being the worst- affected. Although it was intensely cold yet while they tussled with the ropes and trudged upward, their hands and feet started sweating in the thick gloves and warm socks. However, the outside temperature turned the sweat into thin crystals of ice which in their reverse effect bit their skin as if they had stepped on a mound of carnivorous ants. The misery of biting cold was further compounded by paucity of oxygen. Yet they must make it to the top before the luminous dawn removed the hazy curtain of night; so as to avoid being hit by the trigger-happy handlers of Vickers in the nearby enemy post located toward the South East. He cheerfully enquired the morale of his companions and giving a few minutes breather, asked them to get ready for the last 150 feet of sheer vertical ascent. His companions too were cheery and resolute. Climatic severity had only affected their bodies but their humour and spirits were not much ruffled.

Soon they were onto the ropes for the final climb. He has placed himself second in the queue so as to keep an eye contact with all the members of his team. A sudden tuck tuck of enemy MG slashed ice from very near and they all had a narrow shave. He looked back and warned Nasrullah to creep close to the slab as his shadow on the white snow was attracting the fire. Directing and helping at the ropes he soon broke the crest line where he was greeted by his precursor Subedar Ghulam Rasul. A few minutes of briefing and Ghulam Rasul was on his way down with three others. It’s much easier, speedier and merrier on a downward slide.

From there on, the top was trusted to the experience and ability of Naib/Subedar Atta Mohammad, who would rightfully pride in the glory of the task, yet writhe in the uneasiness of responsibility. Conscious of calling of his duty he walked to the sentry-post and through the use of NVDs scanned the enemy positions and own area of responsibility. His companions had moved into the lone igloo for nurse-tending their bodies. He walked to the next sentry and chattingly enquired about the arc of fire and enemy dispositions. These sentries were already there to be relieved on a later date. Then he went to a vantage point on the farther side and had a good view of the ridges and the tops around. He had been there earlier too, but nothing looked familiar, sparing the general direction of the enemy. He wondered that nothing is more consistent than change. Sudden activation of avalanches and snow blizzards could instantly change topography of the area filling old crevasses and creating many new ones; razing all mounds which interrupted their blitz and bolt and producing dozens of new lumps. He stood meditatively placing his nearly frozen left foot on the outer edge of the bowl-shaped plateau and surveying his environs thought out a duty roster for his detachment for the next fortnight. Being sure of how he and his men had to perform their task during the next few days, he moved inside the igloo to rest.

When he reappeared from his artic habitat, the sun shone from its easterly nest. The glare of sun rays refracting from the gleaming waves of fresh snow obliged him to wear polar goggles. Early sunshine had quite brightened the vast canvas of linear Saltoro Range, seeping through the steamy clouds in the far distance. He was absolutely overawed by the fabulous splendour of this icy region where freshly frosted cones of rocks and beauteous network of lucent icicles trailing from the outer layers of peaks had cast a spell of an unearthly sort. While rejoicing at the stunning view of unravished natural grace he little knew what lay ahead for him and his men. He thought this spectacular site was more fit for some fairy landish existence than for any combat field. Since 1944 when he was born, he had been to numerous places varying in look and climate; but what he was viewing now could not even pass anywhere near his dreams.

This was the Quaid Post at an altitude of 21,600 feet, named after the company which established it in April 86. It stands out as the loftiest feature in the heights of Bilafond sector overlooking Rana and Akbar Tops to the West, Prem in the North and Yaqub in the East where enemy lay entrenched in mutually supporting and well riveted dug-outs. Primarily, the top served as an observation-post from where enemy’s rear could be amply observed. Enemy would particularly feel teased by Quaid OP when it directed artillery shelling onto it as far back as the heli-zone in their rear, not allowing air-dropping of reinforcements nor any movement without cover. Quaid OP was set up on a plateau not more than 15 meters in radius. From an aerial view the top looked like a swelled octopus of ice with its 3 major tentacles spread out in long protrusions sloping down as they extended outward. Its rearward arm was a large cliff with a sheer fall of 300 feet on all sides at the base of which was located the Quaid Post that supported the Quaid OP. Its right projection was a gradually falling spur fading into a forest of broken conical rocks, whereas on the left was a thick mass of rising rock falling steeply on its sides. Own troops had only one approach towards the peak moving along the rope tied with iron pickets curving its path over the homeward projection of the rocks. Deep crevices and steep boulders would push them further to the east. Area to the left of Quaid Post was criss-crossed with deep gorges and huge crevasses. Dizzying steepness of OP’s side in the west ruled out chances of any access to it through this route. Enemy too could only negotiate the OP along the right slope where the gradient was gradual and manageable.

Atta carried out a thorough tactical appreciation and adjusted the arc of his MG1A3 on the left pit and briefed his sentry in the right dugout. In addition, he placed a sentry in the passage which was cut out for entry in the igloo. This sentry was to maintain visual contact with the two sentries and alarm his men inside the igloo in view of any danger. Atta directed his men to exercise strict adherence to the practice of always keeping 3 sentries by day and 3 by night. These sentries would change every 6 hours during the day and every 2 hours at night. Atta was exceedingly vigilant now, heeding to his Officer Commanding Major Irshad’s call from Ali Brangsa fore-warning him of likely enemy attempt to capture the OP. “They’ll pay fir it very dearly,” his resolution inspired much confidence in his commander. Enemy shelling, occasional dropping of air bursts and intermittent spraying of their Vickers was all in a day’s job and ticked on in the stray bangs of artillery shells and clatter of automatics. His men were a happy team who loved its commander for his cheerful disposition and resilient spirits.

On 20th June in the early hours of morning a sudden snow blizzard of heavy intensity hit the Quaid Top. Fast cold wind which blew in a whirlwind motion seemed to carry a sea of snow in its fold. Temperature had dropped to minus 35 Centigrade. The lone igloo was the only place that offered some protection against the storm, but the danger of being buried inside the igloo must keep at least four of them constantly busy in cleaning with shovels the passage that would get filled with mass of fresh snow every 10 minutes. The blizzard lasted for hours and didn’t seem to stop or even reduce in intensity. Hours of ice picking and biting chilliness of wind would tell upon their faces and Sepoy Nasrullah who was the youngest of them all suggested to his leader to quit this endless duel with nature, abandon the igloo and to lie in the open, wrapped up in the sleeping bags. Atta smiled at his innocence and himself shoveling asked him to move inside the igloo and have some rest. He knew such a thing will be fatal as freezing chill would soon coagulate blood in the inactive body and in that state they all may well be stiffened to death. He was reminded of May 4 when he trekked to this Top, from the base camp to retrieve Naik Yunis from the same igloo in which a strong snow blizzard had buried him. He had survived this burial for 5 longs days, thanks mainly to the expeditionary zeal and resolution of Naib Subedar Atta.

Atta and his man battled with the blizzard that raged strong for two days receding in its intensity at noon 22nd to clear by evening completely. Hey all had almost tired themselves to death by constant ice picking and now breathed a sigh of relief. They moved to the different edges of the post to feast their eyes on the fascinating scenery of surroundings which was completely altered by the cartographic effect of the blizzard. Quite strangely a place where hey fenced with death a short while ago, now presented an enthralling and enlivening view of nature.

That day Atta had 7 men under his command. Lance Naik Jehanzeb, Seoy Fiaz, Sepoy Sher Ali, Sepoy Allahyar, Sepoy Nasrullah, Sepoy Arshad and Sepoy Zulfiqar who came from districts of Kark, Haripur, Khushab, Talagang, Sargodha, Gujrat and Sialkot respectively. They were all sturdy and tough hardened by years of experience in the Army. As the blizzard died down they resumed normal post duties. Taking their evening meal, some pre-cooked meal, some pre-cooked rice in the igloo Sepoy Sher Ali noticed that his friend Nasrullah who belonged to his area and was just recently married looked pensive and absorbed in his thoughts. “Don’t bother soon I’ll be Shaheed and you’ll get 10 days off to deliver my dead body”, Sher Ali tried to cheer-up Nasrullah. “I don’t want to sacrifice a dear friend for a few days visit home. We’ll go home together when ever it comes or we’ll die together.” Nasrullah replied stirred by the affection and concern of his bosom friend. Atta was through on his wireless set with Ali Brangsa. He was told that an attack on Quaid OP was imminent. He talked to Major Irshad about the scarcity of ammunition. He was also anxious about the malfunctioning of 12.7 AAMG that was damaged during enemy attack on the Eid day and needed to be replaced. Major Irshad confirmed that reinforcement was on its way.

Everyone noticed that their leader was charged with greater zeal and energy as he readied his men to fight the enemy. When he visited the two pits and briefed the sentries, his face glowed with a radiance of confidence and a conviction of the holy nature of their job.

During all this time Indian brigade headquarters stationed at Pratapur had worked out an elaborate plan of falling Quaid OP what they would call ‘Sonam Point’. Their MI-17 the huge transport helicopters, kept stacking reinforcements and other supplies close to the front while their Cheeta Choppers were busy bringing key men and commanders forward and 4 Jammu and Kashmir Light Infantry spread out its men in the dead ground behind Prem Top. Sometimes later they were to charge on Quaid OP. They had thought Quaid Top to be a heavily fortified post, hence deemed necessary a full-fledged battalion attack supported by heavy mortar and artillery shelling. Clad in their Austrian snow-boot and Swiss down-suits, they sneaked towards their Forward Assembly Area.

On the afternoon of 22nd June when the blizzard had died down giving way to a gigantic silence at Bilafondla; dozens of field and medium guns, howitzers and mortars propelled their plosive rounds onto the Quaid Top. The booming of guns and the banging of shells caused many an avalanche in the proximity of the peak; however the straying of their shoot made Atta smile under his lips as he stood at his observation-pit surveying the area. There were many factors agitating his mind, his main pre-occupation being dearth of ammunition and of kerosene oil. Without kerosene oil there could be no food cooked nor any water made. Drinking water was prepared by the melting of snow on a locally made wick-burner. Atta knew that the burner had its last fill of fuel which would not last long. He ordered that the burner will only be used for preparing drinking water. Food was to be nibbled dry and cold. Ablution was either to be substituted by performance of ‘Tayumum’ or was to be had by use of fresh snow. The guns kept shelling almost the whole night, ironically raising the morale of their intended victims by their inaccuracy.

Morning of 23rd June was almost as bright as a tropical dawn, enemy shells continued falling at regular intervals. Shelling often cutout OP’s line-communication with the post and Atta Muhammad could only communicate with Ali Brangsa through wireless. Atta could look very clearly at the base camp from where reinforcements had long moved upward. But he could well appreciate why they were not reaching him. Enemy had effectively blocked the lone route to the Top. Instantly he heard that own guns and mortars also started shelling Prem Top “That’s the way” he clasped his hands. At midday, enemy’s shelling focused completely on the Top. Many shells fell around them raising huge splashes of snow creating big craters. He correctly figured out that Indians wanted to neutralize life at the OP before attempting its physical occupation. Conceivably constant pounding of the peak would either kill its occupants or scare them away to save their lives.

Suddenly Atta Muhammad heard Jehanzeb say that left pit was hit. Atta ran to it and was much overwhelmed to see Sepoy Sher Ali soaked in his own blood breathing his last. Atta placed Sher’s head in his lap with all the love and warmth, but he had already distinguished himself as the first martyr of Quaid Top. Nasrullah stood there with a glass of water: sad but furious, pledging to avenge the death of his very dear friend. They all offered Fateha at their places of duty and Atta asked two of them to place the dead body in the sleeping bag to be placed next to the pit. Atta inspected the destroyed position and was concerned to see that the blow had destroyed many other items including an RPG-7 rocket launcher and a box of SMG rounds. Holding-pod of MG was also destroyed and its barrel was partially damaged. He checked it and felt satisfied that it could be used.

At mid-night 23/24 June, Nasrullah and Zulfiqar were on duty. A queer hissing in the middle distance alarmed them. They signaled to Arshad in the passage and soon Atta was with them to observe through the NVD. He quickly grasped the situation and keeping his wits about instructed them to hold their fire till he shouted ‘Allah-o-Akbar’ and sent Arshad to make everybody stand-to. Atta waited till his prey appeared in the killing-zone. He himself held the podless MG, placing in it a belt of cartridges. A loud cry of Allah-o-Akbar from him and his MG and his companion’s SMGs and rifles sprayed the enemy which had stepped into the death-trap. In the dark, enemy’s orderly move was turned into a worst form of panic and they rushed for shelter in the broken rocks at Quaid’s farthest edge of its right spur. Instantly the whole area was lit with flares of Very Light and illumination-mortar bombs fired by the enemy. Atta and his men could see 12 dead and a trail of injured-ones disappearing into cover. They shouted their inspiring war cries urging on the enemy to show up. Their slogans were only to be responded either by a feeble ‘Jaye-Hind’ or by very interesting abusive yell of Hindu officers condemning their men for cowardice and gracelessness, reminding them that they had volunteered for the job and now they were all showing their backs. It was a complete company of 4 J&K L I but they were all glued to the ground and none dared rise. Meanwhile Major Irshad was desperately trying to reach the Top but it was 12 hours constant uphill climb and the entire route was under heavy artillery fire. Quaid OP was again engaged by massive firepower but Atta and his party’s watchful stance was least disturbed. Their friends at the Post attempted hard to reinforce the Top but a constant flow of automatic fire and extensive dropping of shells did not let them have any headway. Their party had hardly gone a short distance when a barrage of enemy fire mortally hit Sepoy Allah Bux and Amanat acquitting them their party before God and before their friends on Quaid Top.

During a quiet interval in the later part of night Arshad and Fiaz set out to bring back a jerry-can of K-II oil which was tied about 50 feet down the cliff, left there by them 4 days before to shed excess weight while ascending a bluff. Soon Arshad came running to inform Atta that ropes there were cut and Fiaz had fallen down the rock. Atta rushed to the point from where they usually descended and he instantly understood why reinforcements couldn’t reach him. The nylon ropes which they had spread for support during the climb were all shattered into pieces by artillery drops. He quickly informed the Post to search for Fiaz and recover him. The Post had just managed to restore the line communication.

Atta kept scanning the area. He noticed that some shadows flickered at the base of the OP’s vertical column. For a moment he thought that they were his own men but their attempt to cut the ropes and remove the pickets which marked own route to the OP made the situation very clear him. It was Captain Partap Singh, the hostile artillery spotter, with a few men trying to fully sever OP’s link with rest of the world. Atta pulled the pin off his HE-36 and lobbed two of them one retraced their steps to a big boulder where they established a blocking position. While all this was going on, Jahanzeb madly dug the snow at back of the igloo. Atta enquired from him what he was doing and was mush amused to listen that he was exploring oil as Pakistan was not quite self-sufficient in this mineral. Atta, however, ignored it thinking that he must be saving his marrow from freezing by keeping himself active. A few minutes after that Jahanzeb shrieked a happy ‘Ya-hoo’ and held in his hands a stove which he claimed was half full of oil and it lay there buried since the last blizzard one month ago. Now there was oil to help in cooking and making drinking water and Atta was relieved of a part of his tension. Absence of oil had caused persistent hunger and thirst. Every one’s stomach shrank close to spine and gullet thorned with dryness. He much laughed at Jahanzeb’s humor. He was right after all. The day passed under the thick umbrella of artillery fire. The Top was almost churned to powder but the valiant warriors sat quite composed cleaning their weapons for the final encounter with the locust storm of foes. Enemy resumed their major offensive at 11 PM on June 25. They tried to reach the Top in a three-pronged attack while pinning the peak under unabated covering fire. Atta through sheer will power and invincible faith in the rightness of his cause stuck to his guns.

Lance Naik Jehanzeb with machine gun in hand and others with rifles and SMGs engaged the first layer of attackers with accurate aimed-sniping. They used their cartridges quite frugally lest they should run out of ammunition. An air burst hit Nasrullah; he thus fulfilled his promise of living and dying together with his dear friend Sher Ali. Atta kept conducting the defence valiantly, shuttling himself from one point to another moving quickly to places where enemy had advanced. During one such scampering rush a few stray bullets from enemy automatics gored past his left shin and thigh. Blood gushed out profusely and Allahyar ran to help. Atta directed him to mind his post and dragged himself to the wireless set. He grabbed some lose snow and inserted it in the gaping wound. The trick worked and the bleeding stopped.

He immediately got through with gunners at Ali Brangsa and called for artillery fire. “Drop 400. Drop 200. Add 100” and own guns were onto the advancing foes. Own OP at Sarwar Top too had spotted the enemy creeping-up, and brought their mortar fire on them. The lone fighters suffered another loss when Allahyar sustained a nearly mortal blow from an artillery shell that fully pierced both his legs.

They had been locked in furious battle for three hours and the enemy was repelled to its last sanctuary. All the three columns ran to their rear leaving behind a score more of dead. At 2.30 AM on June 26 Atta breathed a sigh of relief that enemy attack had been successfully repulsed. He got Allahyar evacuated inside the igloo and Nasrullah’s body put in the sleeping bag to be placed next to Sher’s. Arshad brought him a ground-sheet to lie on and a glass of water to drink.

The later part of the night was almost quiet. The memories of his past reeled fast in his mind. He recalled his perfectly delightful boyhood when he attended Government High School Sillanwali. A few years later when youth glowed his face, broadened his shoulders, and expanded his bosom, he had become a delectable young man. He loved to be a soldier and his mother didn’t come in his way. A few years of service in Army Supply Corps didn’t offer him any challenge and he opted for the hard Special Services Group. Training at Cherat had chiseled him into a smart tough and agile commando to undertake any task having any degree of risk or challenge. He considered himself lucky to have participated in numerous ventures of national importance. He felt elated that though he was not highly placed in the hierarchy of army ranks yet whenever a major national crisis arose he had a tangible service to render.

A flash of retrospective cogitation reminded him of his family; his mother, his wife and 5 kids. He loved them all profoundly and cared for them no less. In his last letter that he wrote to Tanvir his eldest son, he readied them all for what was imminent. Quick succession of memories in his mind dawned on him the ephemeral nature of life. How long or short one lives is not the question. How gracefully and boldly one lives is what matters.

A wireless call from Quaid Post broke his chain of thought and he was back in the heat of combat. His company officer had just made it to the Post and had managed to establish wireless link with the OP. He promised to try hard to break the enemy’s encirclement of the Post and bring reinforcements. Atta told him of the predicament of his men. He said as long as he and his friends were alive and there was one last round of ammunition, enemy, dare not not reach the Top, doubting if both would last long. He was however glad to learn that Fiaz had survived the fall and had reached the Post safe.

Atta had just finished with his morning prayer when Jehanzeb brought him some biscuits and a glass of water. He examined the condition of the OP as he did his breakfast. In the far end the 12.7 lay broken since long. Allahyar in the igloo had succumbed to his wounds, Arshad and Zulfiqar manned the two pits; their eyes were sunken in the sockets and faces quite shriveled with weariness. Lance Naik Jehanzeb who was the tallest and the most robust of them all, appeared to be better disposed; conscious perhaps of his responsibility in view of his commander’s injury.

In the middle distance enemy formed up for an even more massive attack. The fact that they had completely isolated the OP and that the men on Top had nearly exhausted their ammunition, helped them gather some strength and give it a final try. They had amassed two fresh companies that the OP must be very heavily manned. Own troops’ final attempt to reinforce the Top too had not been successful mainly due to the absence of ropes near the summit and because of exposure to enemy’s extensive direct fire from the blocking position. At 9 o’clock in the morning when the sun shone brightly above their heads and its glare on the white battlefield became discomforting for the eye, the ridge boomed with the fresh resumption of heavy shelling. It was a prelude to the eventual attack. A short while later Arshad noticed a hundred enemy soldiers advancing towards the Top in extended lines. Atta too dragged close to the edge with SMG in hand and a spare magazine in the pouch. Jehanzeb placed the wireless set next to him. Atta immediately called for own guns and they responded instantly. Many of the enemy had come quite close to the summit when Atta ordered fire. Close ones fell and the others ran back, some stuck to the slope. Indians had a tremendous advantage of having a gradual slope to ascend. Hide and seek of the enemy persisted for hours. At about noon an air burst exploded just close to the stubborn warrior and Atta’s left arm was reduced to mince-meat. Jehanzeb instantly took him to the igloo and Atta in an enfeebled voice asked for the wireless set. He brought the mouth piece close to his mouth with much difficulty and talked to his friend Subedar Barkat that he and his men had lived upto his words. He told the Base that his ammunition had completely finished and he was about to tell his remaining companions to escape for it was definitely better than becoming enemy’s prisoners. Just then a burst of enemy LMG hit Jehanzeb in the face and he sprawled on the bodies of his sleeping friends. Arshad rushed into the igloo, told his commander of Jehanzeb’s Shahadat and asked for orders as they had pooped off their ammunition. Atta ordered them to leave the OP immediately and desired to be carried outside the Igloo where he lay half conscious with SMG in the lone hand. There must be one odd bullet in the magazine he thought.

Arshad with his MG and Zulfiqar with his G-3 in hands leapt off the cliff, least hoping to survive 300 feet of sheer fall. God perhaps didn’t want the holy story of summit to remain untold that they reached the Post quite safe. Enemy on the other side was quite baffled at the prolonged quiet on the peak. They considered it to be another wile of the hard fighters. Subedar Bana Singh later to win the highest gallantry award crept up the Top with a few others. A couple of bullets from the middle felled the man in front. A burst of fire from the side hit Atta who already half dead and thus tasted the long-cherished martyrdom. Bana Singh and his men stood there with their eyes dazed and a great degree of compunction and remorse. The joy of victory was short lived. It was even more distressing for the CO of 4 J&K L I to accept that they were just people who cost them 41 dead (as revealed by the signal interceptions) and a much larger trail of injured who nursed their wounds in various Field Dressing Stations and in the military hospital of Leh. Could a lone detachment of about half a dozen people thwart the onslaught of a battalion for days? It was embarrassing to mention and insulting to think. Brigade Commander at Pratapur was glad however, that though they hadn’t gained much, they had denied their enemy a great deal. Their rear was safe and supplies could go on.

As per the normal roster of duty Naib Subedar Atta’s two two weeks duty was to terminate on June 26. He was to be relieved in the evening on that day. God ensured that Himself. Oscar Wilde mentions of God’s practice of asking for the dearest thing every evening. On June 26 when the sun slipped into its westerly slot, God commanded his angels to bring Him the loveliest thing on earth. They soon returned bearing n their celestial wings war-weary bullet smeared huddled figure of Atta Muhammad, his face still gleaming and eyes beaming with fearless radiation. God was pleased with the judgment of his subordinates.

When the bodies of the Shuhada of Quaid OP were received at an Indian Outpost in the Holding Sector in the middle of July, it was a stirring spectacle. They had preserved the bodies with greatest care and respect knowing that the valiant ought to be honoured. Wrapped up in parachute cloth the bodies lay quite fresh in the beautifully prepared coffins on the top of which was written the holy Kalima. They handed over the body of each Shaheed after giving it a general salute and the solemn ceremony concluded. The bodies were heli-lifted and immediately taken to their places of burial.

There wasn’t a clean 2 inches of Atta’s body which was without any injury, his chest quite perforated with bullets. This is what lends some authenticity to the account of hat happened at the Top when Atta became its lone defender. Bana Singh pays a rich tribute to the defenders of Quaid OP. “They were obstinate fighters and they fought hard” he confessed.

When the body of Atta Muhammad reached Chak 125 of Sargodha for burial, a large assembly of people had already thronged there to take a last glimpse of the valiant custodian of their glory and honour. His commanders had recommended him for the highest gallantry award. Award of Sitara-e-Juraat was a mere token of recognition of his priceless service to his nation.

They say when sun shines brightly on Siachen in the last days of June and the upper layer of snow gets softened, a loud roar of Allah-o-Akbar resounds in the stupendous stillness of Bilafond region sending many an avalanche cracking down the slopes and the legend of the lone defenders of Quaid OP persists.

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KIT OVer n Out
 
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(ACTION AT CHUMIK – April 1989)

Episode - III

The Razor’s Edge

The frozen spell of the glaciated regions is off and on broken by the roar of guns. When the spring sets in the plains, the effect of the transition spills over to the troops stationed on top of the Karakorams. The thaw breeds action. Men shake off the icy hibernation and spring to action. The transgressors respond to their nature and go about their evil doing. The vigilantes brace themselves up for reproving the culprits. In April 89, the scene for the chastisement of the adversary was set in the mountains maze of Chumik glacier.

Aerial Reconnaissance

The Lama helicopter was atop the mighty mountains. It would dip in at times to afford a closer look to its crew despite the danger of the impending fire from the enemy. The brigade commander sat intently, peering out of the window down below. The wind lashed against the chopper giving it an occasional swerve and a bump. The clouds were capping the mountains in a fluid motion and visibility was phenomenal.

Brigadier Asif Riaz Bokhari had received news of enemy activity in this sector. The Indians had a well established post at Baniya and during the past few days, their helicopters had been actively dumping ammunitions, stores and rations. The signal intercepts also were indicative of the evil intentions of the enemy in the Chumik sector. In a terrain knitted by glaciers and inter-laced with mighty mountainous ranges, the Chumik glacier bifurcates from Bilafond glacier at a distance of approximately four kilometres from Gyari, takes an eastwardly turn and lies straddled between two gigantic features. The glacier apexes at a feature that makes a tall claim of Point 22158. This point is referred to as Naveed feature, as an acknowledgement of the courage of Capt Naveed whose daring action helped in keeping it free from the Indians. Across this feature lies Saltoro shed and an approach leading to Siachen glacier.

As the helicopter whirled in the murderously thin air, Brigadier Bokhari picked out new enemy camps. He could see them straddled along the eastern and south easterly direction. Fibre glass igloos protruded like grayish carbuncles and warts on the snowy complexion of the landscape. The enemy could now conveniently overlook own Bases in the Chumik sector. Something had to be done and that too posthaste, In such a scenario the race for time and ground is more important than anything else. India had been able to occupy heights earlier in the Siachen glacier because of her surreptitious tactics. Now that the pattern of warfare in this snowy labyrinth was well understood, a quick, and audacious action was required to beat the Indians in the time and space.

The lama having completed its reconnaissance mission, circled around and making its way through canyons and soaring heights reached Gyari. Lt Col Naqvi the commanding officer of the regiment who had been entrusted with the responsibility of Bilafond and Chumik sectors was asked to meet the brigade commander.

Lt Col Naqvi a young energetic commanding officer, had a very seasoned approach to life. Though not particularly well built, he had the robustness of mind and the will power to endure and persevere in the face of all odds. Temperamentally cheerful and stoical in hardships, he gave the impression of the person who is happy with the gift of life and is un ruffled at mishaps. As a platoon commander at Pakistan Military Academy, he drove to Rawalpindi on a week-end, strangely enough he returned by public transport because his new Toyota car had been stolen. He went about the whole affair without losing his calm and equanimity of mind. He was pleasant as ever. Though this was a very trivial incident yet it was indicative of a temper and mood that characterized his personality. As a platoon commander he left indelible imprints on the minds of his students. His colleagues respected him for his scholarship, affability and commitment to profession.

The Brewing Storm

He met the brigade commander and together hey decided to chalk out a programme of action which would be put up to the higher authorities for their approval. There was a stir of excitement among the troops at Chumik. The Indians in the meanwhile had despatched an expeditionary force of 2 Dogra to scale the new heights. The spirit of their venture was well revealed by a radio intercept that read:

‘Detect enemy observation in Chumik and other details about enemy area. Information must be passed by 0630 hours on 16 April without fail.’

Something was brewing up and the indications were not difficult to perceive. Pakistan had established two posts Sher and Victor in 1985 at vantage points amidst the Chumik mountains. These posts posed problems to the Indian Baniya Base, which supported their activities in the Gyongla sector. The Sher and Victor posts after establishment, were however vacated because of the rigours of the weather on top and the sentinels of those outposts. Added to the inclemency weather was the fire from the enemy.

Later in 1987, when hostilities again broke out, the force commander northern areas, Major General Ayaz ordered reactivation of these posts. They were to be so designed, that they could remain safe from both the vagaries of the avalanches and the fire from the enemy. This could be achieved if the mountains were burrowed into. The process of carving out appropriate niches in the stubborn hide of the rocky demons had been a herculean task. In the rarefied atmosphere of these staggering heights, where breathing itself becomes a conscious and laborious affair, manual labour of this nature was a colossal task. Nonetheless, before the raw and unbending courage of the brave sons of the soil nothing seemed impossible. The Victor and Sher posts came back to life much to the chagrin of the enemy. The Indians wanted to establish posts overlooking Chumik, so that they could deny own forces concentration and lodgement areas in the Gyongla sector. They also wanted the capability to compel Pakistani troops withdraw from Sher complex, failing which they would effectively exercise their offensive power manoeuvre options against these posts.

Preparing the Noose – The First Phase

In a bid to castrate enemy designs, the plan was finalized without any loss of time. An envelopment plan was visualized in which two combat teams would go in for flanking attacks and would ultimately close in upon the enemy. The move from Sher Post along the Knife ridge acclivity would be led by Capt Tariq and pickets established would be named as T series. On the ground, the crevassed area would be forded and positions established along the axis, would be referred to a K series, after the name of the officer, Capt Kauser, who would lead this column. Capt Kauser would then climb up the Saddle from the right along its ridge. The two columns would converge at Point 22158. Should this plan, get bogged down, the FCNA suggested the vertical approach, which implied dropping of armed personnel on the Saddle – a very risky and perilous option. Unlike the battle of the plains any attack at such an altitude, cannot be a blitzkrieg action, in which hasty strides and sprints would reduce the time gap and ensue the element of surprise. It has to be an attack laden with perseverance, toil, cool and calculated move.

The fiery and impetuous charge in the plains generates a momentum that bolsters craven hearts. The heat of the battle props up drooping spirits lending them the fire to stare death in the face. This type of courage does not work on the freezing heights. The mountains demand a different breed of men – men who are infused with moral courage, or courage before responsibility, be it before the judgement seat of external authority or of inner authority that of the conscience. Again it requires an indifference to danger, contempt of death which comes with faith and ultimately becomes an abiding virtue. Positive motives like personal pride, patriotism, esprit de corps, regimental spirit also leaven up the mould and make it ferment to generate the energy that propels one to great acts of heroism. It is true that great thing happen when men and mountains meet and so great things were taking place at Chumik.





(Two sketches taken from Lt Col S M Y Naqvi's article 'The Battle of Chumik - Siachen', Pakistan Army Journal - December 1989 illustrating the various posts/positions at Chumik.)

It was decided to occupy the Saddle of Chumik a lofty, craggy colossus with steep and sharp icy walls. This monster of a mountain sent shivers to the person who tried to take a full look at it and now it was taking a stock of its snares and traps, so that it could remain unsaddled. Capt Kauser Habib, a spirited and lively young officer was tasked to move towards the Saddle ridge. He was to adopt an easterly route so that moving along the route of Wali and Hassan camps he could turn in the southerly direction and then move on straight, as the terrain permitted, to reach the Saddle. He started off with his band of 15 men. Overlooking his movement were the soldiers of 2 Dogra Battalion who had established camps at Agra II on the northern peripheries of the highest feature in he area, Point 22158. No sooner had he left Kauser Base, he was spotted by the enemy who opened fire on him: Undeterred, the party kept inching forward, taking cover where possible and traversing maximum ground at night. The matrices of the terrain were knitted with huge boulders on which ice and fresh snow slowed the movement to a snails pace. At times, a short distance of ten metres could hardly be covered in two hours. The ground had to be prodded to ascertain whether it would sustain the body weight or would simply give way to a deceptive gorge or pit. Such precautions, however, were being shelved aside for the moment, because every minute was precious and the Saddle though near to sight was distant to reach. By 17 April, the party of 15 men was able to establish K-I at the height of 17000 feet; by night fall they managed to set up K-II also. No they were relatively safe from enemy fire, because of an intervening feature.

Establishing T and K Series

The move of Capt Kauser and Capt Tariq had been simultaneous. Capt Kauser had turned southwards for Saddle but Capt Tariq kept moving further east towards Asghar Camp which was the upper most logistic base for supplies to Victor and Sher Posts. Victor was located on the ridge towards the north and Sher had a southerly tilt. Both these posts provided mutual support and flank protection. The assault group trudged along the steep slope. Having traversed the distance upto Sher camp in three days from the base, their onward move along the razor sharp ridge started leading to Point 22158. On 18 April, the advance of Capt Kausar was halted due to huge gaping crevasses and sharply rising ice walls. More equipment and ropes were required to ford this treacherous quagmire of snow. Men floundered in the fresh snow, yet toiled on. Some even started developing frost bite to the limbs. They could feel the icy numbness and the paralytic lameness of parts that followed the intense swelling. Eyes were welling up floods of tear – a typical phenomenon of high altitudes. Such men went uncomplainingly about their work till their limbs failed them and hey collapsed. Things were getting worse, delay was intolerable, and the urgency of the situation required quick action, the Saddle had to be reached. An eastwardly approach was tried, it failed to give dividends. The night was spent in further reconnoitering and evacuation of casualties. To take a personal stock of things, Major Bilal, the Brigade Major, left Kauser base and joined Capt Kauser, together, he thought, they might be able to broach the obstacles and carve out a path for themselves.

Along the Razor’s Edge – T Series

In the meantime, the team led by Capt Tariq had practically made little progress along the Knife edged ridge. On the razor like margin of astounding elevation these daring men were crawling along, balancing the weight of their bodies on the thin spinal protuberance of the ridge; they could not stand up, because there was no foot hold, they had straddled themselves atop the wedge fringe painfully bearing the cutting pain of its biting sharpness across the thick slippery slopes. The snow suits blunted the bite of the craggy outcrops to a certain extent, but the realization of pain on this precarious perch, which had sheer and precipitous falls on either side, was an assurance of consciousness, a feeling of gripping onto a support that anchored one of the life and sentience.

Capt Tariq and his men cut the ice with pickets and inserted pitons so that ropes could be secured for crawling upwards. Being on the skyline, exposed to the enemy, their advance was made more difficult by the fire and shells that kept them pinned down. Their plight on the knife ridge cannot be compared with anything terrestrial. Rope walking, cliff hanging or any act of trapeze or circus cannot bear any semblance to this movement. At best perhaps an extra terrestrial image can be conjured up in mind. The Razor’s edge (Puley Saraat) on which everyone would have to walk on the day of resurrection may imaginably serve the purpose of a comparison. It is believed that it would shrink to a razors edge for the evil doers. The first part of the analogy may hold the ground of reasoning but certainly not the second part. These men were undergoing these hardships because of the purity of their souls, the fidelity to their cause. The razors edge was there for them in this corporeal world of trails and tribulations but in the other world it would be a smooth boulevard that would lead them to the bounties of Heavens.

The First Success on the T Series

Exposed to the savage vagaries of weather on the precipitous ridge these dauntless warriors had managed to establish the first camp at T-I. They needed reinforcements, and casualties had to be evacuated. Major Tariq who had recently returned from leave was sent to Asghar Camp with a few men to augment one assaulting force (incidentally there were two Tariqs moving on this axis). He reached Asghar and from there monitored progress of the team going along the ridge. The enemy guns at Agra were spitting fire. Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical effect. Shells were exploding weirdly. The gun positions at Victor and Asghar responded with greater vociferousness so that the move of the assaulting troops was not hampered. In the din of war a shell exploded near Major Tariq. Stray shrapnel pierced his left temple and came out of the right cheek. The searing pain gave him the feeling of having been branded with a red hot iron that had ripped open the thin flesh of the jowls and had emptied burning lava down his throat. This sensation was gratefully submerge in the swooning unconsciousness that followed. The exchange of fire continued unabated but effective artillery fire soon quieted the enemy guns. Besides Major Tariq three soldiers sustained serious wounds, they were extricated carefully.

The pincer action had slowed down because of the unimaginably rugged terrain, the biting and enervating cold, and the accurate enemy fire; yet the will of the force was stronger than ever.

Exploring the Vertical Option

An extremely risky venture seemed to beacon promise of success. Now was perhaps the time to opt for the vertical approach. Capt Rafaqat a young commando officer offered his services. He would explore the possibility o jumping from the helicopter onto the Saddle. The problem of opening the doors of the chopper at the time of the jump presented a technical hitch. The doors were removed, there could be no easier and quicker solution. They say, when Alexander the great, reached Phrygia he came to a place where the fabled Gordion knot was tied. It was commonly believed that whosoever would untie it would conquer Persia. Alexander confronted with the problem wasted no time. He took out his sword and in a flash cut the Gordion knot. The gates of Persia fell open before the conqueror. The pilot of the Lama, Major Mehdi, fully cognisant of the hazardous nature of the enterprise did not flinch for a second and in the incessant gale, the helicopter took off from Kauser base. It circled around a few times to gain height and then it began to rise along the Saddle Ridge. The chopper was flying very low, almost a few meters along the ridge. Now that the distance had been reduced, the Saddle ridge exposed its true nature to the viewers. From a distance it seemed to promise some flat surface on its spine but now, it was a dagger sharp thinness that it presented. There was not a foot of even patch where a jump or a drop could be made. On either side, there were sheer precipitous falls. A jumper was sure to meet his death. The chopper returned to base camp – it was an impossibility.

Along the K Series - The Catastrophe

The move along Kauser series had been checked because of ice walls and crevasses. An expeditionary force of NLI was sent to augment the team moving along the ‘Kauser series’. The group, fired with missionary zeal, laboured hard to cross the ice walls. Their efforts were crowned with success and they managed to reach near the base of the Saddle. Capt Javed Akhtar, Capt Fayyaz Akram, Capt Ghulam Jillani and Capt Sajjad Hussain Shah, now in the vanguard managed to set up K-III, at the foot of the slope that would further lead them to Point 22158.

Before the narrative goes any further let us take a closer look at these young officers. Capt Javed Akhtar had been especially heli lifted from Gyari for fording the crevasse ridden area. He has a reputation for mountaineering skills. He lived upto that estimate and within two days he had achieved the nigh impossible. He had crossed the maze of crevasses and established K-III. He was a tall handsome and well built young man in his early twenties. He looked more mature that his age. Adventurous by nature, he was not the loud mouthed type. He would prefer to enjoy the conversation of his jovial friends and would talk sense always. At the Pakistan Military Academy he had been assessed the best cadet of the 70th PMA long course and was appointed Battalion Senior Under Officer. His hard work and intelligence earned him the most coveted military prize – the Sword of Honour. Son of a retired Lt Col from ASC, young Javed with all his god gifted qualities had a very promising future ahead of him. He was brave and altruistic by nature, always ready to risk his life to save that of his friends and companions. At Ali Bragnsa, one night a signal sepoy was reported missing, Capt Javed volunteered to find him. Javed and his friend Akram both started the search, went upto Naram. On their return they spotted him freezing to death. Javed carried him all the way to Ali Bragnsa. He remained very actively involved in Siachen, always, playing a part that merited the highest commendation. He had worked spiritedly in establishing Sher Post and later at Allah Din Post, he had been a great help. In the biting and freezing cold, pitted against multitudinous odds that drained out every ounce of energy, he was fasting and so were his comrades, because it was the month of Ramazan.

During the late hours of the day, one of the sepoys had expired because of pulmonary oedema at K-II. Cat Javed who was feeling exhausted and sick due to over exertion was asked by his colleagues to take the dead body to the base camp. This request was made by his friends for they sensed his ill disposition. For the time being Javed agreed to this arrangement with a bit of reservation.

Capt Fayyaz Akram, the son of a retired Major of the Pakistan Army was looking gayer than usual. Perhaps he was satisfied with day’s work. He was a fair looking and had a full red beard that suited him well. He had a cherubian countenance. He had been married recently, Niqah ceremony being over, he was waiting for the ‘Rukhsati’. After the completion of his tenure at Siachen, the bride and bridegroom would happily settle down at a peaceful station in the serenity of a cantonment far from the madding crowd of the cities. He had a close association with Capt Javed at the Pakistan Military Academy. The latter had been a course senior to him and had really impressed him much. In his own right Capt Fayyaz was a talented youth, his innocence and forthrightness being the mainstay of his personality. On the professional side, he was considered a Rocket Launcher expert.

Capt Jilani was a short statured, dark complexioned, spritely and jovial person from person from Hafizabad. He was the course mate of Capt Fayyaz, but somehow or the other he had lagged behind in promotion. Only three days back he had been informed over the telephone to put on his third pip. He felt elated on becoming a Capt in thick of a battle. He would boast that all these explosions and fireworks were there to celebrate his promotion. Behind the facade of this carefree person was a heart full of sympathy and warmth for the suffering of the destitute and poor. He used to donate much of his pay to the needy. He himself belonged to a lower middle class family and as such knew the sting and bite of poverty. This young man, thin and spare of frame, was morally a giant in strength and vitality.

Lt Sajjad Hussain Shah and Capt Jilani often had sparring bouts of wit repartee. Lt sajjad being the junior most was the most mischievous. He had a wheatish complexion and like Jilani was thin and sparely built, but during his brief commissioned service had qualified mountain warfare course. He had to his credit snowborne insignia and was Rattu qualified. Siachen was his first posting as a commissioned officer.

As the mantle of darkness started descending on the day, these young officers broke their fasts and performed ablution for the Magrib prayers. Two hours before the prayers, Capt Javed had firmly announced that he would not take the body of the soldier to the Kauser Base, he insisted that this honour should go to the junior most officer, Lt Sajjad Hussain Shah. Everyone protested, but their solicitations further cemented Javed’s resolve. He knew they cared for him and wanted him to rest, but how could he do that, being the senior most he had to look after their welfare. Lt Sajjad Hussain was despatched an hour before Magrib. He warmly shook hands with his friends and bade them farewell.

Capt Javed, Capt Fayyaz and Capt Jilani offered their prayers inside the tent and zipped themselves in its confines. To further cocoon themselves to warmth, they got into their sleeping bags and let their weary limbs rest.

At the foot of the slope of the Saddle, two tents had been pitched, one for the officers and the other for the jawans. Ordinarily the teams who braved their way through the labyrinthine crevasses used to retire to Kauser Base before evening, after having fixed the ropes and after having found a reliable passage forward. Today this principal was been ignored because of the urgency of the situation. No time could be lost. If the teams would revert to Kauser Base and make a fresh start the next morning precious hours would be wasted. Therefore, it was thought expedient to camp at the forward most position. In the second tent, Havildar Abdur Rehman got ready for Magrib prayers. He requested his three tents mate, who had already offered their prayers. To make room for him, so that he could bow before the Almighty in peace and perfect tranquillity. They acceded to his request. He raised his hands in Taqbeer Allah ho Akbar. Outside in the darkness of the night, guns boomed every now and then. It must have been the sharp crack of a shell exploding that must have jarred loose the snow from its bedrock. With a rumble. The snow relaxed its grip on the granite slope and went ferociously downwards dragged by its own weight. Down it came with a suddenness and force that left no reaction time. The inmates of the tents were buried under tons of snow. The whole night men dug with picks and shovels, but the bodies of the three young officers were untraceable. The body of Havildar Abdur Rehman, who was in the second tent offering his prayers, was found and buried with full military honours in his native village of Kunais in the Shyok Valley.

The Ascent

This catastrophe initially dampened the spirit of everyone at Chumik, but in a battle such thoughts have to be shelved aside. Comrades and men at arms fall while others keep moving ahead. Their immolation and sacrifice in fact whets the spirit to greater action. If they could lay their lives trying to achieve goals, then it is binding upon their friends to strain every muscle to accomplish and fulfil what they had struggled for.

The team on the Knife ridge continued its slow and perilous ascent Capt Tariq was leading his men on the Ridge. Now they were in close proximity of Agra-1, from where they could direct accurate Mortar fire on the enemy. Subedar Rafique the grey haired veteran who had been flown from Ali Brangsa with his Mortar was doing a fine job at Asghar Base. He was able to silence Agra-1 with his accurate shelling. Thus aided with useful fire support the team edge along and established T-2 on 23 April 89.

This group was reinforced by Capt Hamid Manzoor, Capt Sohail and Lt Khalid Lodhi. By this time Capt Tariq Hussain had developed severe frost bite and had to be evacuated. Now Capt Hamid Manzoor was at the head of the force. He was able to establish T-3, which has about 300 yards short of Agra-2. A huge rock interrupted his forward move. However, from this point he could effectively engage the enemy with small arms fire and direct artillery and Mortar fire with great accuracy and devastating results. So far the enemy was effectively neutralized, but a decisive blow had to be delivered, otherwise all efforts so far made would have come to nought. The vertical approach had to be tried once and for all, come what stakes may be.

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(ACTION AT CHUMIK – April 1989)

Episode - IV

The Over reachers – Phase II

In ancient Crete, Icarus and his father Daedalus were imprisoned by a King in a castle on top of a mountain, in a forlorn and forsaken island. Daedalus collected the feathers of sea gulls and after months of labour prepared wings, so that father and son could escape from their prison. He told his on Icarus, not to fly too high, lest the wax joining the feathers melts and he falls down into the roaring sea. Both father and son took off. Exulting in his newly found strength, Icarus forgot he advice of his father and soared higher. The wax melted in the heat of the sun, and the over reacher met his ill destined fate.

The over reachers of this story did not burn their wings, because self glorification was not their aim.

The Force Commander, Major General Ayaz, would not listen to any argument. The saddle had to be occupied and he was prepared to pay any price for that. face="Verdana" size="1">

The Contenders



In war, sacrifices and audacious actions work. One has to take bold risks, only then is success promised. The decision taken, the next step was; who should be the first one. Naturally it had to be an officer-a young and energetic officer. Volunteers were asked and Lieutenant Naveed and Captain Kamran both wanted this singular honour. It was plain and obvious to them, that slung to the helicopter, in minus 50 centigrade temperature, they could well be frozen to death in mid air before ever being dropped, if they were lucky enough to survive the killing chill, the running drop might prove fatal and instead of getting a foot hold on the thin protuberance of the Saddle, they might fall down the precipitous slopes, to abysmal depths. Even if they made it intact to the Saddle, what lay in mysterious store for them, was equally menacing. They could be cut of the rest. The weather used to close in quite frequently and it was more of a certainty than probability that it would happen that way. The two young officers knew what the chances of survival were, yet suffused with the desire to sacrifice everything for their country and religion, they were ready for all eventualities. Capt Kamran, a quiet and silent worker, not at all well built, but known for his extreme sense of responsibility, was chosen of the two. Both Capt Kamran and Lieutenant Naveed were commissioned from the officers Training School, Mangla and their association there and later working in the same unit had brought them close to each other. They were now quarrelling. Naveed wanted to go desperately, this was the one chance that he had been waiting for in life, he couldn’t let it go. Kamran was the steady hardworking type, his whole life had been a success story; at his normal pace he would have ploughed on, always harvesting rich rewards for his persistence and steady approach.

Naveed, on the other hand, though fired with high ideals had at times been misunderstood. He may not have done well in studies, he might have floundered during his training at the Officers Training School, but his sincerity and honesty of purpose, however, had throughout been unquestionable. In his passing out report, the Battalion Commander, Lt Col Khursheed Ahmed had written:

‘’A sincere, obedient and honest cadet who is emotionally stable. He displays adequate drive and accepts responsibilities willingly and tries to achieve desired results. He is self disciplined.’’

Naveed and Kamran argued for sometime; and when words seemed of no avail, Naveed suggested a wrestling bout; the winner, should go. By now Kamran sensing the burning desire of Naveed conceded the point to him and asked him to talk to the Commanding Officer, Lt Col Naqvi. The brief conversation on the phone betrayed the emotional state of Capt Naveed to the perceptive Commanding Officer, who agreed to this arrangement. Capt Kamran would be the second officer to be heli lifted. It was also decided that immediately after dropping Capt Naveed on the Saddle, Naik Yaqub, a non-commissioned officer would also be flown to assist Capt Naveed. face="Verdana" size="1">

Ready for the Heli Drop

The next day, the 12th of Ramazan ul Mubarik, Naveed got up early for ‘Sehri’. He offered his prayers and then waited impatiently day break. The helicopter will not come before eight O’clock in the morning. The day was foggy. In the meantime, preparations for the heli-lift were being finalized. Naveed put on the uniform; over it he donned the high altitude Jacket and trousers. The big pack that he was to carry with him, had been made ready by the Quarter Master. It contained extra magazines of the submachine gun that was to be his personal weapon. In addition, it carried two blankets, hand grenades and few packets of biscuits. This pack was fastened on to his back.

The helicopters were about to arrive. The mist had not fully cleared and there were speaks of clouds floating in the sky. The pilot who had been chosen for heli lifting Naveed was Capt Raheel Sahgel; being a little on the plump side, he chose to take along with him the moderately built Capt Zia as his co-pilot. Both had often flown together and had very good understanding. Apparently if one looked at Capt Raheel Sahgel, one could never fathom the strength and courage of this young man, who in the words of General Imran Ullah Khan, “would be more comfortable in the lounge in the Intercontinental Hotel rather than sitting on the controls of a helicopter’’. But then appearances are deceptive and the real strength is that of a pure and untainted heart, that fears none but Allah. Such was Capt Sehgal, son of a retired Lt Col, of artillery. Born and bred in a military environment Sehgal was fascinated by the army way of life. He was selected for the 60th P M A long course and after getting his commission, he opted to join the Army Aviation Corps. Now in his early thirties, the proud father of a two year old son, Sehgal was bracing himself for his mission.

Captain Zia the co-pilot, a tall, slim and spiritedly young man with a dimpled chin looked calm and unruffled. He seated himself in the co-pilots’ seat. The engines whirred and the helicopter rotors started moving ferociously. Capt Zia smiled to himself, today he was going on a mission, from which if he returned safely, he would never forget its details. They would become etched in his mind and would become a part and parcel of his being. The rotors in their weird motion were whipping snow flails at the small crowd that had gathered to see them off at Gayeri. The body of the Lama was reverberating with bursting energy, until it could take it no more, the helicopter lifted off the ground towards the Chumik Mountains. Up in the air, Capt Zia marvelled at the beauty of the glaciated region that unfurled itself before his view. Son of a famous pushto poet, Abdullah Jan Maghmoom, Zia felt the surge of the poetic genius welling up in him, but he lacked the ability to put the thoughts in rhymed form. He could appreciate what lay before him, and could feel stirred by it. Zia’s aesthetic sense had in fact driven him to join the Army Aviation Corps. Fond of an adventurous life and appreciative of landscapes he thought of viewing them in their completeness. He joined the Aviation Corps in 1984 and soon endeared himself to his colleagues by his good natured ness and kindness. His juniors respected him a lot. Perhaps one reason of his compassionate nature was the love that he had received at home. Being the youngest of a family of seven brothers and sisters he had received their doting attention and now in life he was giving out to others what he had himself received in plenty. The helicopter landed at camp base, where the sector commander Major Suleman (Now Lt Col) was anxiously waiting for their arrival. Zia and Sehgal met Capt Naveed, they hugged and embraced him. Sehgal told him not worry; everything would turn alright, he would ensure his safe drop. They were now one troop and their fates were knitted together.

There was no harness available for slinging Naveed. The previous day every effort had been made to procure chest as well as hip harnesses but none was available. Now an intelligent use of ropes had to be made, and these were in plenty. A double loop of rope was put around Naveed’s waist and shoulders. Suspenders were double tested for their firmness. Everything was ready, Naveed fastened his snow goggles on, the submachine was tucked in the loop around the waist and its magazine dug into the pit of this stomach. Last of all Naveed put on the heavy snow gloves.

Capt Sehgal and Capt Zia got into the **** pit. They looked at each other, this was to be the most eventful mission of their lives. They mumbled silent prayers in their hearts. The leading helicopter, which was to serve as guide was ready. Major Hashim were tucked in their seats, ready to take off. The third helicopter was to carry the three loads of supplies that had to be air dropped.

The Commanding Officer Lt Col Naqvi was present at camp base to see off Capt Naveed. The helicopter took off at 0930 hours on 19 April. The looped tied around Naveed’s waist was yanked up the moment the helicopter took off. It was as if the plank had been removed from under the feet of condemned men, only the noose was not around his neck; it was around his waist and had moved up to his chest. In the process the machine gun had been pulled up and the butt of the gun was pressing hard against his jaw bone. The tightening clasp of the rope, the jabbing butt of the gun, the biting cold, and the dizzying height all added up. He could feel the choking constriction building upto a point where he could sustain it no longer; he retched blood. He tried to adjust the butt of the gun and was successful in it. Now he could move his neck and look down below. The helicopter was moving towards the Saddle, soon they would be there. It would be upto the discretion of the pilot, Capt Sehgal, to unhook him. He had to remain alert for that. The helicopter was now near the base of the Saddle. It was starting his upward ascent. The lashing wind was striking the exposed parts of Naveed’s face and he could feel his cheek bones paining. But this was not the time to attach any importance to such things.

On ‘Naveed Top’



The ridge now exposed itself in its entire nakedness. The zone, where the drop had to be made, had reached. The helicopter had slowed down and was flying dangerously close to the snowy ridge line. Any moment Naveed could be unhooked. However, apt Sehgal and the co-pilot Capt Zia, realizing the thinness of the ridge knew it would be fatal to drop Naveed there. They decided to take a bigger risk, they would keep on gaining height, stretching the capability of the helicopter to the optimum level, exposing themselves to the enemy fire. At a distance of about 500 yards, from the saddle, almost hidden to view, in the scuttling clouds, was a flat extended ledge that provided ample space for safe and secure drop; they would drop Naveed on that cornice. The helicopter moved on, remaining close to the snowy surface of the rocky monstrosity. The speed, a bare minimum, Capt Naveed was unhooked, some six or seven feet from the surface. He dropped with a thud and sank waist deep into fresh snow, apparently he had made a perfect landing. Capt Zia then gave the chopper the speed that it was sputtering for and took a north westerly turn into the depths of the valley. The second helicopter dropped the three bundles of provisions, of which the fate of two, became immediately known; they were seen rolling and tumbling down into fathomless pits.

After Capt Naveed had been dropped, Capt Sehgal and Capt Zia, sling lifted Naik Yaqub from Base camp and within an hour he too was on the jutting cornice. Further attempts to heli life personnel or make administrative drops were now impossible because the weather had become very foul. A snow blizzard started raging and nobody down below knew what was happening on ‘Naveed Top.’ The whole night was spent in vigil, Yaqub and Naveed took turns

Naveed was busy retrieving the sole bundle of supplies that had remained stuck in a snowy dimple; the other two packs were irretrievably lost. He saw Yaqub being dropped and moved to receive him. It took him about 20 minutes to reach the spot. Yaqub was in great pain, in the jump he had sprained his ankle and could hardly walk. The two moved slowly to a notch below a rock tower. Here they could a pitch a tent and hoped, to stay in its fold, safe from the horrendous snow. They were lucky that the retrieved bundle contained a packed tent, a stove, and a Jerry can of Kerosene oil. Among the eatables were dried apricots, tea bags, canned milk and a pewter tea pan and two pewter mugs. The tent was pitched and secured with ice screws and rock belays.

Yaqub was blue with cold and needed warmth badly. The stove was lighted up. Naveed collected heapfulls of snow in the tea pan, it melted leaving behind little water and more snow was put, till about 3 cups of water were obtained. Tea was brewed up and it was taken most gratefully. After recouping his energy Naveed went outside to carry out a fuller reconnaissance of the area. He picked out a location where he decided to sit his MG IA-3. With sub machine gun in hand, he moved to the southern extremity to catch a glimpse if the enemy Sadhu and Ganga camps and direct fire on them. He saw enemy soldiers climbing from that side with the help of ropes. He fired and saw them scampering back. He could not further engage them because the clouds had descended low and visibility was blocked. Naveed however felt happy that the enemy would not dare to climb now because they were conveyed the message loud and clear that the Pakistani troops had beaten them in the race for the top.

The next morning it was cloudy and visibility was poor. Naveed went outside and again tried to locate Sadhu and Ganga posts. For a few minutes the swirling mists would allow him a glimpse and he would open up fire to announce his presence there.

The drastic step of heli dropping Naveed had been taken because enemy wireless intercepts indicated very clearly that Indian teams had left for the Top a few days back and it was essential to beat them in terms of space and time. The signal intercepts of 18-19 April revealed that the Indian team led by Capt Vijay Kumar had almost reached the apex. This could very well be a premature announcement meant to dissuade any effort from Pakistan side. It was therefore imperative to secure the Top, otherwise the flanking attacks would have come to nought. Because of the extreme cold, the wireless set that Naik Yaqub had carried with him was not functioning and the communication with Base camp had not been established, save on the first day that is 19th of April, when Naveed had in a couplet form sent across the success signal. Naveed’s poetic genius was probably was a product of Siachen. The lofty peaks had perhaps stirred up the poet in him. He was ever ready with his limericks, sonnets, panegyrics, free verse, and whatever else the occasion demanded. Earlier when Naveed was performing his duties at Gambori top, one of the highest points in Siala Sector, he had requested his Sector Commander, Major Zareen for leave. He wanted to go to Haripur to see his mother, who in those days was suffering from heart problem. Major Zareen flatly refused him leave. Naveed didn’t grumble or fret about it. He went to his igloo, picked up his pen and pad and wrote a complimentary poem. Now Major Zareen couldn’t effuse him.

Down at Base, camp everyone was apprehensive about Naveed and Yaqub. Inclement weather prevented the helicopters from taking off and reinforcing the two.

20th of April passed in expectancy, Naveed in the meantime, kept up his activities, whenever he would get a glimpse of Sadhu and Ganga Bases he would pen up fire in that direction.

By evening, he was feeling exhausted. The blizzard that started off in the afternoon had brought down the temperature to minus 50 o centigrade. Yaqub had started developing frostbite. If the supplies didn’t reach them, within the next twenty four hours they would be in for big trouble. The wireless that Naveed had was not sending the messages across to the Kasuer Base, partially because of the distance involved, extreme cold and also because of some intervening features. He, however, was using the set occasionally, hoping that the messages might be picked up by the enemy, who was certainly close by. He had picked up their stray messages. They were bound to pick up his. He painted the picture as if at least platoon strength had occupied the Top. Apparently the ruse worked because Capt Vijay Kumar who was trying to reach. 22158 from the reverse side, obviously did panic a lot and several times requested his commanders to give him permission to return.

21st of April also passed in a similar manner. The occasional firing, the feigned messages. Naik Yaqub’s condition became worse and Naveed also started developing early signs of frostbite. His hand and feet swelled. His face puffed up, but the two were braving it out. The night didn’t promise much of a respite, for the tent was continually rocked by the unceasing gale. They were fortunate in having sited it under the provision of a jutting out boulder, for that prevented much of the snow piling up on it.

Reinforcements Arrive

On 22nd April, the weather finally cleared up and the choppers were back at Kauser Base. Now Capt Kamran and the other men could be dropped, along with the supplies and rations, but prior to that, it had to be checked up, whether Naveed and Yaqub were alive or otherwise. The first mission flew to ascertain that, and much to their delight Naveed was spotted waving his hands at the chopper. Major Safdar, the pilot of the Lama immediately radioed the good news to the Base.

Capt Kamran was now ready to be heli lifted. Since he was extremely light he was burdened with a very heavy pack. So far one hip harness had been arranged; the chest harnesses were being catered for. Kamran was strapped in, and the flight took off. No sooner were they air borne, the heavy weight of the pick pack, tied on Kamran’s shoulders responded to the gravitational pull. Since there was no chest harness, Kamran’s body could not remain straight and responding to the imbalance his legs got pulled up and his head rolled down. From a distance it appeared as if Kamran was performing aerial acrobatics. The upturned position saw the pack opening up and divulging the bulk of its contents. Kamran reached Naveed Top in this inverted position. Seeing the predicament of its suspended passengers, the pilot brought the chopper quite close to the ledge. Amidst the flailing snow whipped up by the rotor lash of the chopper, Kamran took a header, the fresh snow blunted the fall and no damage was done.

After Kamran, next to be heli dropped were Sepoy Said Jan, Naik Aslam, Sepoy Ashraf, Sepoy Rehman and Lieutenant Zafar, the artillery observer. On 22nd of April, there were then 8 persons present on Naveed Top. Wireless communication had been established and ammunition, rations and supplies were available in plenty, Thanks to the over reaches the final victory lay close at hand.

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(ACTION AT CHUMIK – April 1989)​

Episode - V

The Crowning Triumph – The Final Phase

Naveed and Yaqub were much relieved to have company. By now they had exhausted their limited supply of Kerosene oil and food. It was a relief to eat ‘’Parathas’’ and roasted chicken, that had been dropped especially for them, with the supplies. The condition of Naveed and Yaqub was not very encouraging. They could sit and monitor the camp that they had established, but it was not possible for them to move further up. They had done their job well, having kept the enemy at bay, now they could leave it to their friends to advance forward, while they effectively engaged the enemy posts at Agra, Sadhu and Ganga.

Capt Kamran and Lieutenant Zafar stayed with Naveed for some time, to identify enemy camps from this height, while the remainder of the party left under the command of Naik Aslam to forge their way ahead to the Top. Naik Aslam, an energetic and young non commissioned officer had an athletic physique. A look at his face was sufficient to give on the impression of a person who knows who he is about and how he has to do it. He looked every inch a practical man. His sturdy energetic looks spoke of the clarity of his thoughts. He may not be a very literate person, but whatever views he had about life, he was clear about those. He had deep set brown eyes, which appeared remote, because of the high cheek bones. The eye-brows were raised and arched over his eyes. The jaws were firmly set and about the broad forehead was a healthy crop of black hair.

Naik Aslam had joined army in 1973 and had been in the Siachen area for more than a year. He had served at various posts and though he came from the plains, he had become thoroughly acclimatized and even now at a height of above twenty-two thousand feet he was experiencing no breathing problem.

Aslam and his men left Naveed Top to inch towards the apex. Right in front of them was a huge ice wall; they had to dig into solid ice for foothold. Pitons were hammered in. The process of digging, scarping, and fastening of ropes continued for several hours and yet a maximum ground of 50 yards was covered. The men working at the ropes were dead tired; the continues labour, the dizzying height, the nipping cold all were adding up to their fatigue. Sepoy Nazir was the worst affected. He was brought down to Naveed Base and was made to lie down, the rest continued with the arduous job of fixing ropes. They laboured till night fall, then Naik Aslam, leaving them there, went with Sepoy Said Jan to bring tent age and food supplies. The descent took them one hour. By then O’clock, they returned with Capt Kamran and set up tents beneath a boulder outcrop to spend the night on this feature, while later came to be known as Kamran Top.

The Elusive Peak

The next day, the men on Kamran Top went around to have a better appreciation of the area. In the hazy atmosphere they thought they had scaled the top, yet it was not so, this they were to discover later. They went to the northern extremity and from there had a full view of Agra-I. Some three hundred yards below, in a cirque were seven enemy igloos and 2 mortar guns. Sepoy Said Jan thought of rolling down a boulder, which would initiate a snow-slide. They heaved at rock and finally were able to dislodge it. Down it went, carrying layer after layer of rock and snow, pelting Agra-I with a formidable mass of snow. Said Jan felt satisfied with his performance. Said Jan was one of those people, who have inexhaustible reservoirs of energy. His background might have been of help to him. Settled in Mishghar, the last settlement near the Pak China border, he was at home in the snowy habitat. Years of living in the high altitudes had fortified him and built up his inner defences. Latest research carried out on the mountain living people reveals that they are physically different from the rest of the people, mainly in their respiratory and blood circulatory systems.

The mountain living people are stockily built and have barrel shaped chests. The alveoli in the lungs of these people are wide mouthed, facilitating greater absorption of oxygen. Again they have about 20% more blood cells in these bodies than the lowlanders. The extra blood is mostly made up of red blood corpuscles that absorb oxygen. The red blood cells too are larger in size as compared to those in low-Landers. To cater for the increased blood supply, the heart is larger and its beat is slower. The bodies are comparatively shorter and compacter. In the stubby hand and feet there are a larger number of direct passages between small arteries and veins that quicken circulation and ward off frost bite.

Thus naturally gifted and adjusted to the extreme weather conditions, Said Jan, was in his elements and was cheerfully sharing the bulk of duties. He had also learnt some techniques of survival in the snow from his uncle Khuda Birdi. Whenever he would feel his hands were getting cold he would remove his gloves and rub them in fresh snow. Then he would put on his gloves and feel alright. After exploring the northern side, Naik Aslam and his group moved towards the southern side to have a closer look of that slope. There they beheld Indian helicopters and igloos, five hundred yards below. Obviously they could expect enemy soldiers anywhere near the top. They went back and reported the matter to Capt Kamran. In the meantime more people had been dropped, and a telephone line had been laid between Kamran Top and Naveed Base. Helicopters were making frequent administrative drops. The Indian guns at Sadhu and Ganga had received lot of hammering from the artillery fire, directed by Lieutenant Zafar from Naveed Top. The enemy Agra-I position also had become quite vulnerable from Kamran top.

Enemy Picket Detected

Lieutenant Zafar wanted to carry out further reconnaissance so that he could direct artillery fire more effectively. He asked Naik Aslam and Sepoy Said Jan to accompany him. They moved ahead to convex slope. One of its ramps led them down to a narrow defile. There they saw some ropes fixed. They felt inquisitive. The ropes were moving over an ice wall that was otherwise difficult to ford. Lieutenant Zafar crept along the rope. He locked it firmly between his ankles and in a supine position, holding the body weight on his hands and ankles moved forward. Sepoy Said Jan followed him. Naik Aslam was told to remain positioned and to provide them covering fire in case they were observed and fired upon. They must have gone fifteen yards when the ropes stopped. What they saw was unbelievable. They had moved right into the enemy camp: there was a machine gun picket in front of them and from a depression small rings of smoke were rising up. The Indian soldiers were obviously busy in cooking something. They were lucky not to have been detected. They hurried back and immediately the news was sent to the Base Camp. The next day there was a fierce exchange of fire and enemy activities seemed quite intense. Their helicopters were seen flying repeated missions. The fight for the top was continuing.

In the land of snow flurries and swirling mists, in the multi-crested domain of elusive peaks, in the land of grey clouds and frozen vapours, there is a strange wizardry at work. Reality mixes up with unreality and appearances become deceptive. The actual peak lay another hundred yards away in its path lay the enemy machine gun picket. This last impediment had to be removed at all costs. Major Bilal, the Brigade Major volunteered to go to Kamran Top and from there he planned to raid the enemy machine gun posts.

Major Bilal, a medium stature, athletically built officer, primarily belonged to the Special Services Group. He had a distinguished career in the army. As a cadet of the 50th P M A long course, he was the company senior under officer of Qasim Company. He graduated in flying colours from the Academy and later in service he volunteered for the Special Service Group and became its active member. He won two commendation cards for his distinguished service in the Special Services Group. The first commendation card he got in 1978, for topping in the Allied Distinguished Graduate Special Forces Course the second one for apprehending Narcotics smugglers at Palieli near Quetta. It was a full fledge chase, ultimately the drug pedlars were dug out of their hideout.

Major Bilal was the adventurous type right from the beginning. His early schooling at Lawrence College Murree developed in him the spirit of adventure and love for mountains.

He got ready for the heli-lift, to the Naveed Top. Ever since Naveed Top and Kamran Top had been established, helicopters could freely go there. The frequent trips, the familiarity with the route, had strengthened the faith of the pilots, both in them and in their flying machines. Moreover, the enemy guns had been taught to be more respectful and had now stopped bothering the helicopters. The choppers could now luxuriantly hover, lower their loads at comfort, evacuate casualties, drop newspapers, magazines and go about the whole affair in a relaxed manner. There was an air of gloom at Naveed Base when Major Kamran reached there. Spoy Nazir who had been unwell for the past two days had expired because of cardiac arrest. Hi body had been buried under snow as ‘Amanat’ it would be taken out soon and sent to his native village for burial with full military honours. Major Kamran after offering ‘Fateha’ for the deceased went about reconnoitring the area. He was being shown around by Capt Kamran and Lieutenant Zafar. The next heli lift, brought Capt Rafaqat, the officer who had earlier tried to attempt a jump on the Saddle. Together these officers scanned the area and went as close to the enemy machine gun post as was possible, without arousing any suspicious. After having completed their appreciation they decided to prepare the plan to attack. It would be a raid, quick and decisive in action. They would commence the assault at last light. In all, the team would comprise 12 men. There would be an equal representation of officers, non commissioned officers and sepoys. The officers included in the assault group were, Major Bilal, Capt Kamran, Capt Rafaqt and Lieutenant Zafar. The non commissioned Officers were Naik Aslam, Naik Munir, Malik Frid and Naik Jandar. The sepoys were Said Jan, L/Naik Ashraf, Safir and Maqsood.

The Final Assault

The raid party left Kamran Top late in the afternoon. Grey clouds had descended on the mountains and the foggy shroud engulfed everything in its murky fold. This augured well; under the cloak of fading light and fog, they could move unobtrusively. They reached the convex slope, slid down the ramp into the narrow defile. One by one they crossed the length of the enemy ropes, over the ice wall. They had now reached close to the Machine Gun picket. In the faint light, they could descry the picket just 20 yards ahead of them. Behind this dug out 50 yards further, was a long piton was a sturdy rope that probably trailed down into an even patch of ground, where the Indians had their Base Camp.

Major Bilal told his men to take up positions behind the occasional outcrop of rocks and then he shouted at the top of his voice “You are surrounded by the soldiers of the Pakistani Army; lay down your arms’’. A mysterious silence followed. He let loose a burst of shots and repeated his warning, still there was no response. In the deepening shadows of dusk, with a blizzard building up, it was difficult to fight an enemy that was betraying no signs of movement. He decided to open full fire. They aimed at the machine gun bunker and the sentry posts. Now the enemy guns also came to life and the entire area started resounding with the staccato of fire arms. Lance Naik Ashraf aimed his rocket launcher on the sentinel posts and released who rockets in quick succession, within seconds the posts crumbled leaving behind the charred remains of some enemy soldiers. The enemy machine gun was dug in the face of a rock; along its sides were two rocky barricades, where the enemy soldiers had positioned themselves. This stronghold of the enemy was spewing out fire vociferously. Naik Ashraf again readied his rocket launcher and fired at the Bunker. The shell tore apart the right barricade, killing several enemy soldiers. The exchange of small arms fire continued. Bullets were ricocheting off the rocky walls of the well hunkered enemy machine gun. Something had to be done to silent it. Grenades were thrown, but they failed to explode. The extremely low temperature was not allowing the detonating processes to function. By now Naik Ashraf had exhausted his stock of rocket launchers. He had fired all of them on target, living upto the reputation that he enjoyed of being the best Rocket Launcher shot. Lt Col Naqvi had specially earmarked him for this raid and had got him from Bilafondla sector to join the assaulting troops. Dauntless as he was, Ashraf finding the Rocket Launcher of no use to him, picked up a submachine gun and started firing at the enemy. He soon realized that the small arms fire was not making any impact on the adversary. He had to go nearer to get a closer shot.

In the meantime the enemy machine gunner had started panicking. In the duel that had been raging on for the last half an hour he was the lone survivor from his side, the rest had been killed. This lone survivor was now talking to his base commander on the wireless operator who was next to Major Bilal. The machine gunners’ voice could be heard otherwise also, because in between the sporadic fire, silence would prevail and the man would hurl curses and abuses at his adversaries. He was frantically requesting his base commander for reinforcements. He was assured about his commander that eleven men had started climbing to the top and they would be with him in half an hour. Naik Ashraf in the meantime throwing caution to the wind had started moving towards the enemy bunker. Capt Rafaqat followed him providing him cover. The enemy machine gunner seeing the tow advancing towards him became more desperate. He shouted in the wireless set for SOS fire – that is artillery fire on his own position.

Ashraf now having come quite close to the trench was in the direst arc of the enemy gun. He was standing on a precipitous ridge and was aiming at the exposed slot of the bunker. His finger was pressing the trigger when a burst of the machine gun riddled his broad chest with bullets. He teetered on the ridge line and then fell like a blazing meteor from the sky, into the downy depths of snow, leaving behind a trail of glory for his friends. Capt Rafaqat burning with rage, completed the mission of Ashraf by firing into the cleft of the bunker, quietening the last pocket of resistance once and for all.

Major Bilal having intercepted the dying man’s desperate call for SOS knew the enemy fire would soon be coming on them and if they remained in the open they would fall an easy prey to the exploding shells. He also knew that the enemy reinforcements were reaching the top and they had almost exhausted their ammunition. So it was decided to empty the remaining rounds of ammunition on the Base camp of the enemy on the reverse slope and move back to the vicinity of Kamran Top, where the overhanging cliffs would provide them cover. They moved to the place where the enemy piton was fixed. Some 300 yards below was the enemy camp; they emptied their rounds on their prey, cut the ropes that would have enabled enemy soldiers to climb up and then they started moving back. On their way they intercepted an enemy message.

‘Enemy is spitting fire on us; we have cut the ropes and are withdrawing. I have burnt all our stores. They have killed one officer and three of our soldiers.’

A faint glow was seen behind the Top. Whosoever had delivered the panicky message had remained true to his word.

It was at this stage that Lieutenant Zafar called for SOS fire on the Top, so that the enemy reinforced, that were due to reach the Apex could be blasted off. His speech punctured with deep gasps, because of the height effect, Zafar communicated on the wireless set that Major Suleman at Kauser Base. He requested him to direct maximum fire on the Top.

They were a little short of the safety of the over hanging rocks when the shells started exploding. At first they came slowly and then it appeared as if all the guns in the whole area had joined the chorus. By then Major Bilal’s party had made it to the protruding ledge, under whose shelter they were to witness throughout the night, the multi coloured conflagration in the sky, accompanied by the shrieks and thundering blasts of explosions.

While the artillery SOS fire was on, from both sides, the blizzard too had started matching itself against the intensity of the guns. By morning the guns had calmed down but the blizzard was still raging in full force. The foul weather continued unabated for another four days. Sentries could not attend their guard duties at night. Almost everyone started suffering from frost bite. Kamran post was thinned out as troops could not porter loads. When the weather cleared up, exchange of artillery and small arms fire again started. Major Bilal, Capt Kamran and a number of men went to the Top, the scene of the raid and discovered the enemy camp abandoned. The combined effect of the SOS fire from both sides had completely annihilated the enemy reinforcements, leaving them the complete masters of the crowing peak of Chumik mountains.

Epilogue

The Chumik Operation was basically launched with a view to checking the Indians from strengthening their positions in the Chumik sector. Ever since the first week of April 89, enemy build up in the area had been on the increase. Several sorties of MI-6, the double rotor Russian helicopter, with a capacity of carrying 40-50 persons, had been made by Indian pilots. To counter this huge Indian build up, that was aimed at capturing the highest feature, point 22158 in Chumik Mountains Pakistani troops reacted post haste. Having captured the feature and destroyed many enemy posts along the ridge line, own forces were in a position to direct very effective small arms and artillery fire on Baniya, Ganga and Sadhu posts of the Indians. During this operation Indian forces faced great reversals; more then fifty of their men were killed and an equal number were badly wounded. This was confirmed by intelligence intercepts. Pakistani casualties on the other hand were just two – Sepoy Nazir, who died of cardiac arrest and L/Nk Ashraf who while assaulting an Indian picket on the Top received a machine gun burst in the chest.

With the Pakistani troops now in full command of the heights, the Indians realizing their utter defeat, requested for a flag meeting. In order to show spirit of accommodation, the Brigade commander, Brigadier Bokhari agreed to meet Brigadier Naina Wati, the Indian Brigade Commander. Parleys were held on 06 May 1989 in which the Indian commander protested against Pakistan’s establishment of new posts in the Chumik sector, and asked that they should be vacated. Brigadier Bokhari walked out saying that there was no such agreement between them, which stopped them from doing so.

Since that Indian demands were quite preposterous, Brigadier Bokhari refused to enter into a discussion and simply walked away. The next day the Indian Director General Military Operations rang up the Pakistani Director General Military operations requesting him for another flag meeting between the two commanders. The DGMO told him it was not possible, because the demands of the Indian were too unreasonable. The Indian DGMO assured him that the view point of the Pakistani commanders would be accepted. As a consequence of this. Another flag meeting was held on 9 May 89, in which it was mutually decided to de-escalate the situation in the sector. Indians agreed to vacate Agra I, and II and also the newly established Sadhu and Ganga. The Pakistani commander agreed to move troops away from Kamran and Naveed Tops, also to wind up the posts on T and K series. He refused to vacate the Sher and Victor posts, also the camps leading to them.

On the 13th of May yet another flag meeting was held in which the modalities of withdrawal of forces and time frame work were worked out.

The Operation, besides being a success, had a morale boosting effect on the troops. The fact that the Indian had requested for flag meetings was an admittance of defeat on their part. Then in snow warfare, in such a terrain, success depends on depriving the enemy of logistics support and inflicting maximum casualties on him. Both these objectives were fulfilled in the best possible way.

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(Taken from the book 'Fangs of Ice – Story of Siachen' by Lt Col Ishfaq Ali)
 
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This all was also shown in the Shoaib Mansoor's Drama Alpha Bravo Charlie when Captain Abdullah (Kashif) undertakes a mission in Siachen. But here is the full information.

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