An Ode to 52 years in the Army by Maj Gen Abhi Parmar (Retd))
52 years back this day we proudly took our first step into a totally new world . A world we chose as our life to be.A world that was going to be full of unexplored challenges, of intrigues and mysteries of bondings and separations.
We saw them all . From primitive jungles of NEFA to the head hunters of Nagaland, from exploding shells and the maze of machine gun fire in 71, to the training areas in Choral forest.
Yes we saw them all.
Soon….
A boy turned man , on the beat of a drum
A cadet turned soldier with one sip of rum
A lad turned leader and trainer of men
The process of soldiering had truly begun
Chosen in war to lead a platoon
Would prove his mettle on the battlefield soon
When orders were given to lead the charge
He went through the enemy with no holds barred
When friends fell to bullets his eyes were dry
Had learned somewhere
that officers don’t cry.
It is now a memory of valour and fright
Of buddies in the morning
of bodies by night
Yes we saw them all.
As shoulders got heavier with additional brass
We moved from the deserts to the snows of Drass.
When the Valley got hot we moved in fast
Stopped some bullets so that peace could last.
Rubbed shoulders with men and had our fun
Got drunk on whisky but loved our rum
We had our share of clubs and messes
Sang and danced and dated pretty lasses
Now the face has wrinkles and hair gone grey
But the swagger is same and same is the sway
The children are gone leading their life
And the soldier is back to me and my wife
Yes the life has been fun.
Today it is all but memory and more
Of soldiering and bonding and laughter galore.
It all started this day 52 years of yore
Happy commissioning day ye batch of forty fore.
Maj Gen Abhi Parmar
Disclaimer: The views expressed are those of the author and do not necessarily represent the views of the organisation that he belongs to or of the STRIVE.
Photographs – (Courtesy, IMA & ANI)
Very lucid,universal in application to all of us as we went through more or lass same paces.
Profound Regards