Date: 02/12/2013

A Soldier's Father

Thank you for this extraordinary account of supreme courage and sacrifice for Motherland.

One cannot help mentioning the crooks and rascals who reap the rewards of freedoms secured by the brave soldiers, even the freedoms to loot and betray the country and the nation without blinking an eyelid.

The thought of preserving the memory of such heroes does not occur to them. Their eyes are only fixed on Rahul, the son of "Bofors Chor", becoming the next prime minister and a huge statue of Sonia Maino Gandhi to be erected in the middle of Connaught Place, New Delhi, or at India Gate, that would stand TALLER by 10 meters than that of Sardar Patel being planned by NaMo.

It will be most disappointing or amazing if this moving account (below) did not move the heart of ANTONY or SALMAN KHURSHID, leave aside President Mukherjee and his Vice (President) Mohammad Hamid Ansari at a salary of Rs. 1,25,000 or $2,808, per month.

By the way it is mandatory since India's (unmentionable) unconditional surrender of 1947 (the equivalent of the "TREATY OF VESAILLES", 1919) to give high key posts to the MUSLIMS since they "beat the hell" out of Hindusthan in order to take out Pakistan!

Made to go round and round, day and night, like the OX drawing water from the well, the Hindu nation, now officially "converted" to Secularism, is NOT allowed to ask, "What benefit are the above named gentlemen to the "wounded" Tamils, the scared West Bengalis, the grieving Sikh widows and orphans, and even the Hindus longing for safe return to Srinagar since 1989, or the crestfallen & the demoralised, living within a hundred yards of the ruins of the historic Temple in Ayodhya?"

Finally, Defence Chiefs are urged to "DEFY THE BABOOS" and order the construction of a cluster of statues of the three martyred sons of Bharat (in military uniform) in front of the LOK SABHA with a plaque giving their names, military units and the dates they were killed in order to earn the gratitude of the demoralised "Gandhian" nation lying at the feet, and disposal, of the ITALIAN MAFIA. Surely one of them would have heard of Sam Maneckshaw and got some courage and inspiration!



The helicopter appeared over the late morning horizon. We were to receive Mr Lachhman Singh Rathore who was visiting our flight to perform the last rites of his son, Flying Officer Vikram Singh.

Only the day before, I had sent the telegram, “Deeply regret to inform that your son Flying Officer Vikram Singh lost his life in a flying accident early this morning. Death was instantaneous.” It was the first time for me, to meet and manage the bereaved next of kin.

While most wives and mothers insist on seeing the body, many a time there isn’t a body to show. Flying Officer Vikram Singh’s remains were only a few kilos – scrapped from what was left in the cockpit. We had to weigh the wooden coffin with wood and earth.

The pilot brought the helicopter to a perfect touchdown. Soon Mr Lachhman Singh Rathor was helped down the ladder. A small man of 73 years clad in an immaculate dhoti. As I approached him, he asked in a near whisper, “Are you Venki, the Flight Commander?” “Yes Sir.” “Vikram had spoken to me about you. I’d like to speak to you alone for a minute.” We walked to the edge of the concrete apron. ‘I have lost a son, and you have lost a friend. I’m sure that you have taken great care in arranging the funeral. Please tell me when and where you want my presence and what you want me to do. I’ll be there for everything. Later, I would like to meet Vikram’s friends, see his room and, if it is permitted, visit his work place. I then would like to return home tomorrow morning.” A commander couldn’t have given me clearer instructions.

The funeral, with full military honours, was concluded by late afternoon. After the final echoes of the ‘Last Post’ faded away Lachhman Singh spent the evening talking to the Squadron Pilots. Vkram’s roommate took him to see Vikram’s room. Lachhman Singh desired to spend the night in his son’s room instead of the guest house we had reserved for him. Early next morning after a tour of the squadron area, my boss took him to his office. A while later the staff car took Lachhman Singh to the civil airfield two hours away.

As the car disappeared round the corner, I remarked to my Boss, “A brave man he is. Spoke to me like a General when he told me exactly what he expected from us during his stay here. I admire him.”

“Yes Mr Lachhman Singh Rathore is a warrior in his own way. He sired three sons. His first son Captain Ghanshyam Singh of the Gurkha Rifles was killed in Ladakh in 1962. His second son, Major Biri Singh, died along the Ichogil Canal in 1965. His youngest, Vikram Singh, who had the courage to join the Air Force, is also gone now. This simple farmer has contributed more to our country’s defence than any other I know.”

Yes, he is a brave Rajput.,