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Pakistan’s soldiers: The sons of our soil
By A.F.H Published: March 23, 2014

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Pakistan is not merely a country for its soldiers. It is our determination to look the enemy in the eye with such valour that he dares not set an evil glance on our borders. PHOTO: REUTERS

Since 1984, the Pakistan Army has been fighting a war on the highest battlefield of the world, the Siachen Glacier. Although there have been periods of temporary ceasefire, they have always been followed by severe aggression from both sides.

During one such hostile period in 1987, a high altitude post of the Pakistan Army at the Siachen Glacier was commanded by my uncle who was then a captain. He had been there for five months and had no hope of being relieved in the near future because of the escalated tensions and harsh weather. One day he was sitting with his troops in the igloo listening to a radio program that aired from Islamabad.

One soldier was peeling potatoes for dinner, another was reading a letter from home, possibly for the hundredth time and two were lying in their sleeping bags trying to rest since sleep was usually the last thing on their minds. They had numbed themselves to the memories of their homes and families.

In the program on the radio, listeners would call in and ask for their requests to be played along with a small message. My uncle told me that after a few such calls, the radio host began to read a letter which was probably sent by a soldier’s wife or relative. The letter read that the sender wanted to dedicate a song to a young soldier who had gone to war at Siachen and was sitting somewhere far away from home, unable to call back. The letter said that he/she wanted this song to be dedicated to this soldier whom all his friends and family missed dearly.

The host, without missing a beat added,

“We will play this song for your friend and for all our brothers-in-arms who are away from their families, in unknown location and perhaps, in very difficult conditions only so that we all can be safe, enjoying the warmth of our homes and our families. For that, we are all very grateful to them.”

And with that Amanat Ali’s voice came on air with the song, Aye Watan Pyare Watan.

My uncle recounted that although the reception was weak, the voice quality was poor and with each passing moment, the temperature continued to fall; but the fire that song lit in the hearts and souls of those men blazed and blazed, harder with each passing verse, as they sat cramped in that single, little igloo in a snow-covered wasteland.

No one said a word. The soldier peeling potatoes kept peeling one after the other, the one reading the letter finished it and crept into his sleeping bag, the other one got up and began to get ready as his shift was about to begin, and my uncle kept smoking and listening to the song.

The only thing that changed, were the thoughts of these men.

As the rhythm of the song became steady, so did their heart beats. Their minds cleared and everyone’s thoughts, love, spirits and ambitions became focused on one point, one singular aim, one unified goal. These men had a great responsibility on their shoulders – the responsibility of guarding the land which had given them an identity, a sense of belonging and a respectable life.

They were guarding their country, their homeland.

This incident has left a deep impact on me since the first time I heard it. Even today when I sit in my bunker at night and recall my uncle’s story, I always end up misty-eyed. My love for my country is hereditary and reverberates in my chest with the beating of my heart.

National and patriotic songs had a great influence on the Pakistani nation. My grandfather, a war veteran of the 1965 and 1971 wars, told us that once during his night-guard round of the defences, a new recruit of his company was talking to his friend. He said,

“Noor Jehan de ganey sun ke fauj te bharti te hogya, par jadon lardna pa gya te ki howe ga?”

(Noor Jehan’s songs made me join the army but what will I do if I actually have to fight).

There have been many instances in our history that have made me believe that a common man is not very different from a Pakistani soldier. After all, he shares the same worries, the same fears, the same love and the same patriotism for his country.

As the news of the Indian assault on Lahore reached the city, the people of Lahore actually marched to the border to fight for their country, shoulder-to-shoulder with their army. It did not matter that they did not wear a uniform because the passion of a patriot is not measured by his attire. My grandfather once told me that an old man who had volunteered to come and fight at the Wagah border and had said,

“Pehley meri chaati te goli wajey gi, jey mai mar gya, pher merey weeran tak pohchand gi.”

(First the bullet will hit my chest, and if I die, then it will reach the soldiers.)

And I can never forget the story that my grandfather told me about a young girl standing and waving to the army convoy going to the Wagah border, with her doll in her hand. My grandfather was part of that convoy. There were people all around busy buying halwa puri – the conventional breakfast of Lahore –but once they spotted the convoy, they started running along the vehicles handing over whatever they had to the soldiers as a token of love.

The little girl ran up to my grandfather’s jeep and offered her only possession – her doll. Arm stretched, the girl called out to the young officer,

“Sir ji, guddi le lo, sir jee, guddi le lo.”

(Sir, please take the doll.)

This patriotism, this sense of owning soldiers as your own sons, is a wonderful feeling and I can proudly say that I am lucky and honoured to be a soldier and protector of this nation and this country. I truly believe the words,

“Mere mehboob watan, tujh pe agar jan ho nisar mein ye yamjhoon ga, thikaane laga sarmaya-e-tan.”

(Oh my beloved homeland, if I die for you today, I believe that my purpose in life will be achieved.)

For a soldier, this piece of land means much more than I can ever explain in words. For us soldiers, this land is sacred. Its soil is as dear to us as our mother’s embrace. Its winds, whether they blow hot or cold, remind us of our mother’s caresses. Everything about it – its fragrances, its diversity, its terrain – reminds us of our homes and our mothers.

Pakistan is not merely a country for its soldiers. It is our determination to look the enemy in the eye and stand our ground; it is our will to fight until we give our life. It is our courage to face an enemy stronger than us, and that too, with such valour that he dares not set an evil glance on our borders.

This is a country where mothers, wives and sisters happily send off their sons, husbands and brothers to fight for their homeland and pray that they embrace death before dishonour.

This is a country where a mother’s eyes swell with tears of gratitude to the Almighty that her son has died a martyr’s death when her son’s body comes home wrapped in the crescent.

This is a country where a soldier’s death does not lower the spirit of the nation. Instead, it breathes new life into it.

We, the sons of the soil, fight for it until our last breath because this country, this land, this soil is our heritage, our spirit and our pride.​
 
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Pakistani soldiers represent cream of Pakistan’s manhood and have never turned away from danger in service to their nation.

It is only the lack of quality of leadership at the senior most level represented by the likes of the coward Gen. Niazi or drunkard Gen Yahya or the bigot Gen Hamid Gul supporting Gulbuddin Hikmatyar, which has been the cause for the shame and suffering to the national honour.

On the occasion of Pakistan day; let us all join in salute to the courageous jawans of the Pak armed services and curse anti- Pakistani political leaders such as Munawwar Hassan who thinks that sacrifices of our brave soldiers have been vain and does not even call them Shaheed.
 
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PAKISTAN ZINDABAD, PAK FAUJ PAINDABAD
I too have gown up to similar stories from my late veteran grandfather.....:pakistan:
 
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Pakistan’s soldiers: The sons of our soil
By A.F.H Published: March 23, 2014

19809-Reuters-1386417358-923-640x480.jpg

Pakistan is not merely a country for its soldiers. It is our determination to look the enemy in the eye with such valour that he dares not set an evil glance on our borders. PHOTO: REUTERS

Since 1984, the Pakistan Army has been fighting a war on the highest battlefield of the world, the Siachen Glacier. Although there have been periods of temporary ceasefire, they have always been followed by severe aggression from both sides.

During one such hostile period in 1987, a high altitude post of the Pakistan Army at the Siachen Glacier was commanded by my uncle who was then a captain. He had been there for five months and had no hope of being relieved in the near future because of the escalated tensions and harsh weather. One day he was sitting with his troops in the igloo listening to a radio program that aired from Islamabad.

One soldier was peeling potatoes for dinner, another was reading a letter from home, possibly for the hundredth time and two were lying in their sleeping bags trying to rest since sleep was usually the last thing on their minds. They had numbed themselves to the memories of their homes and families.

In the program on the radio, listeners would call in and ask for their requests to be played along with a small message. My uncle told me that after a few such calls, the radio host began to read a letter which was probably sent by a soldier’s wife or relative. The letter read that the sender wanted to dedicate a song to a young soldier who had gone to war at Siachen and was sitting somewhere far away from home, unable to call back. The letter said that he/she wanted this song to be dedicated to this soldier whom all his friends and family missed dearly.

The host, without missing a beat added,

“We will play this song for your friend and for all our brothers-in-arms who are away from their families, in unknown location and perhaps, in very difficult conditions only so that we all can be safe, enjoying the warmth of our homes and our families. For that, we are all very grateful to them.”

And with that Amanat Ali’s voice came on air with the song, Aye Watan Pyare Watan.

My uncle recounted that although the reception was weak, the voice quality was poor and with each passing moment, the temperature continued to fall; but the fire that song lit in the hearts and souls of those men blazed and blazed, harder with each passing verse, as they sat cramped in that single, little igloo in a snow-covered wasteland.

No one said a word. The soldier peeling potatoes kept peeling one after the other, the one reading the letter finished it and crept into his sleeping bag, the other one got up and began to get ready as his shift was about to begin, and my uncle kept smoking and listening to the song.

The only thing that changed, were the thoughts of these men.

As the rhythm of the song became steady, so did their heart beats. Their minds cleared and everyone’s thoughts, love, spirits and ambitions became focused on one point, one singular aim, one unified goal. These men had a great responsibility on their shoulders – the responsibility of guarding the land which had given them an identity, a sense of belonging and a respectable life.

They were guarding their country, their homeland.

This incident has left a deep impact on me since the first time I heard it. Even today when I sit in my bunker at night and recall my uncle’s story, I always end up misty-eyed. My love for my country is hereditary and reverberates in my chest with the beating of my heart.

National and patriotic songs had a great influence on the Pakistani nation. My grandfather, a war veteran of the 1965 and 1971 wars, told us that once during his night-guard round of the defences, a new recruit of his company was talking to his friend. He said,

“Noor Jehan de ganey sun ke fauj te bharti te hogya, par jadon lardna pa gya te ki howe ga?”

(Noor Jehan’s songs made me join the army but what will I do if I actually have to fight).

There have been many instances in our history that have made me believe that a common man is not very different from a Pakistani soldier. After all, he shares the same worries, the same fears, the same love and the same patriotism for his country.

As the news of the Indian assault on Lahore reached the city, the people of Lahore actually marched to the border to fight for their country, shoulder-to-shoulder with their army. It did not matter that they did not wear a uniform because the passion of a patriot is not measured by his attire. My grandfather once told me that an old man who had volunteered to come and fight at the Wagah border and had said,

“Pehley meri chaati te goli wajey gi, jey mai mar gya, pher merey weeran tak pohchand gi.”

(First the bullet will hit my chest, and if I die, then it will reach the soldiers.)

And I can never forget the story that my grandfather told me about a young girl standing and waving to the army convoy going to the Wagah border, with her doll in her hand. My grandfather was part of that convoy. There were people all around busy buying halwa puri – the conventional breakfast of Lahore –but once they spotted the convoy, they started running along the vehicles handing over whatever they had to the soldiers as a token of love.

The little girl ran up to my grandfather’s jeep and offered her only possession – her doll. Arm stretched, the girl called out to the young officer,

“Sir ji, guddi le lo, sir jee, guddi le lo.”

(Sir, please take the doll.)

This patriotism, this sense of owning soldiers as your own sons, is a wonderful feeling and I can proudly say that I am lucky and honoured to be a soldier and protector of this nation and this country. I truly believe the words,

“Mere mehboob watan, tujh pe agar jan ho nisar mein ye yamjhoon ga, thikaane laga sarmaya-e-tan.”

(Oh my beloved homeland, if I die for you today, I believe that my purpose in life will be achieved.)

For a soldier, this piece of land means much more than I can ever explain in words. For us soldiers, this land is sacred. Its soil is as dear to us as our mother’s embrace. Its winds, whether they blow hot or cold, remind us of our mother’s caresses. Everything about it – its fragrances, its diversity, its terrain – reminds us of our homes and our mothers.

Pakistan is not merely a country for its soldiers. It is our determination to look the enemy in the eye and stand our ground; it is our will to fight until we give our life. It is our courage to face an enemy stronger than us, and that too, with such valour that he dares not set an evil glance on our borders.

This is a country where mothers, wives and sisters happily send off their sons, husbands and brothers to fight for their homeland and pray that they embrace death before dishonour.

This is a country where a mother’s eyes swell with tears of gratitude to the Almighty that her son has died a martyr’s death when her son’s body comes home wrapped in the crescent.

This is a country where a soldier’s death does not lower the spirit of the nation. Instead, it breathes new life into it.

We, the sons of the soil, fight for it until our last breath because this country, this land, this soil is our heritage, our spirit and our pride.​
brother it made my eyes wet

hope a better day comes so humanity can help each other nd every one is known by being human just a human
 
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What a great share! Today we must give the same support to our men fighting the Taliban scum.

One of my great grandfathers flew in the 1965 war. I remember him telling that the people of Lahore had been advised over and over again to remain inside their houses in case of an enemy air raid. On one occasion when he was pursuing an Indian jet flying low over Lahore he saw all the people on their rooftops trying to hit the enemy jet with stones, their slippers, with anything they could find.
 
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PAKISTAN SHOULD GIVE NUCLEAR TECHNOLOGY 2 IRAQ U.A.E EGYPT ND AZERBAIJAN THIS WAY IRAN WILL B COMPLETELY CHOKED ND THESE IRANIANS GAMES AGAINST PAKISTAN ND THE REGION WILL B REPLIED IN FULL FORCE ONTOP OF THT PAKISTAN U.A.E IRAQ AZERBAIJAN SHOULD ALL ATTACK IRAN SIMULTANEOUSLY THESE IRANIANS SELFISH OPPORTUNIST DOUBLE FACED HYPOCRITE BASTARDS. IRAN ND INDIA R STRATEGIC PARTNERS ND RECENTLY AMERICA HAS JOINED HANDS WITH IRAN ND HAS GIVEN 7 BILLION DOLLARS 2 IRAN SO AS 2 CONTAIN PAKISTAN ND CHINA ND SABOTAGE THE PAKISTAN CHINA ENERGY CORRIDOR ND TRADE CORRIDOR WHICH PAKISTAN IS BUILDING THTS THE PLAN OF THESE AMERICANS IRANIANS ND INDIANS. PAKISTAN SHOULD SIGN STRATEGIC ND DEFENCE PARTNERSHIPS WITH IRAQ U.A.E EGYPT ND AZERBAIJAN ND COMPLETELY CHOKE IRAN ND SURROUND IRAN. THANKS THESE IRANIANS THESE SELFISH OPPORTUNIST DOUBLE FACED HYPOCRITE BASTARDS HVE GIVEN INDIA A CONSULATE IN ZAHIDAN IN IRANIAN BALOCHISTAN WHICH BORDERS PAKISTAN IN ZAHIDAN ITS AN INDIAN INTELLIGENCE OUTPOST A RAW CENTRE IN ZAHIDAN IN IRANIAN BALOCHISTAN WHICH BORDERS PAKISTAN A SABOTAGE CENTRE AGAINST PAKISTAN. SO ITS HIGH TIME PAKISTAN GIVES NUCLEAR TECHNOLOGY 2 IRAQ U.A.E EGYPT ND AZERBAIJAN THIS WAY IRAN WILL B COMPLETELY CHOKED ND THESE IRANIANS GAMES AGAINST PAKISTAN ND THE REGION WILL B REPLIED IN FULL FORCE ONTOP OF THT PAKISTAN U.A.E IRAQ AZERBAIJAN SHOULD ALL ATTACK IRAN SIMULTANEOUSLY THESE IRANIANS SELFISH OPPORTUNIST DOUBLE FACED HYPOCRITE BASTARDS PAKISTAN SHOULD SIGN STRATEGIC ND DEFENCE PARTNERSHIPS WITH IRAQ U.A.E EGYPT ND AZERBAIJAN ND COMPLETELY CHOKE IRAN ND SURROUND IRAN. THANKS
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We commend and salute the bravery of all those brave soldiers who are ready to sacrifice their lives for the country.

Ali Khan
Digital Engagement Team, USCENTCOM
 
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