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The
helicopter appeared over the late morning horizon. We were to receive Mr
Lachhman Singh Rathore who was visiting our Flight Unit 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,
in this case the Father of the brave officer. While most of
the desolate family members 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 and frail man he
was, maybe of 80 years, clad in an immaculate
dhoti.
As I
approached him, he asked in a quiet and dignified 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.”
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. Vikram’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. 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 have never seen a more composed man on
such an occasion. I admire him.”
“Yes, Mr
Lachhman Singh Rathore is a warrior in his own way. He sired three sons and has laid to rest all three of
them.
His
first son Captain Ghanshyam Singh of the Gurkha Rifles was killed in
Ladakh in 1962 War. His second son, Major Bir Singh, died along the
Ichogil Canal in 1965 in an ambush. 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 All of us
combined.”
Yes, he is indeed a brave Indian ; in fact HE is
MORE INDIAN than anyone else - His sacrifice can never ever be repaid by
the Country !! He is almost a Martyr himself
!!
But our Great Nation does
not
know this simple Giant -- India only knows that Super Rich Cricketers
need to be conferred BHARAT RATNA while a bunch of actors
and actresses need to be conferred PADMA VIBHUSHANs and PADMASHREEs
!! Yes,
they are so called 'Acheivers' . Achieved Fame
Fortunes mostly for themselves and a wee bit for the
country.( Ever wondered as to HOW on earth
actors/ actresses
bring glory to the Nation ?? )But what
about the ' Losers ' ? Those who have SIMPLY LOST their EVERYTHING to the
Nation. Like this Father of Three Brave Soldiers.
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