The guns & their breeches, emptiness of the eerie silence….
The fluttering of the tricolour, a vision of effervescence….
‘The last post’, of the courageous & their remembrance….
The names of the ones still out on patrol, fables of bravery & its omnipresence….
As the sun rose again on the horizon today;
The brass….still glinting,
The chill in the air….still overwhelming,
The heights….still intimidating,
The cliffs….still beckoning,
& yet….
The plaque to the fallen….forever TOWERING!!!!
19 YEARS ON……
KARGIL LEST WE FORGET……
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