The Last Duty: A Soldier’s Eternal Sacrifice
It was a dark night. At a small border camp, only the sound of the cold wind could be heard. Suddenly, a message crackled through the wireless — “A large group of infiltrators has crossed the border.”
The soldiers immediately went on high alert. Orders were given to take positions, but the path ahead was treacherous — a deep valley and a dense forest stood in the way. Still, one squad had to move forward.
Among them was a young soldier who had joined the service only a few months ago. But fate had chosen that very night to test him.
As the infiltrators moved through the valley, gunfire tore through the silence. The encounter had begun. In the rain of bullets, the squad leader fell wounded. The command now rested on the shoulders of that young soldier.
Without wasting a moment, he changed the strategy, directed his men to new positions, and advanced to the very front himself. His fearless firing shook the enemy, giving his squad the chance to push them back.
By dawn, the operation was successful. But when the count was taken, that young soldier never returned.
His last diary was found, holding only one line: “My blood, when it mixes with this soil, will make this border stronger.”
To such brave sons of the motherland, we bow our hearts in respect. Jai Hind
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