The Parting Words of A Soldier

Amidst the deafening canons and raging bullets, he holds his ground. His steps pushing him forward, his eyes never looking back. He remembers his mother’s tearful eyes silently pleading for him to stay, to decline. His daughter stares at him with her tiny fingers clutched in fear. His little boy has his eyes opened wide with pride and inspiration but even he is reluctant to end the hug. He remembers the touch of the fresh wind on his face. In an atmosphere filled with the odor of ammunition and blood, he remembers the smell of the beautiful flowers that blossomed in his land. He remembers the blood that was shed for the attainment of the nation that is now on the verge of annihilation. He remembers how his country and his nation gave him a life many desire for. And now as he advances towards his target, his rifle at the ready, he knows he will have to give away his today for their tomorrow…

“If I don’t Come Back, Tell Them I Gave my Today for Their Tomorrow.”

These were the parting words of the brave soldier.
Such is the valor possessed by a soldier when he stands alone in the combat zone. He fights not as an individual but as the warrior of his nation. The gallantry and resolution owned by a soldier is unparalleled. These attributes make him a force to be reckoned with. A soldier is driven by the confidence he has in his own abilities. He does not fear the bullets, the bombs, the shells or the fact that his life is on the line. The sole thing he does fear is defeat. Defeat to a soldier means letting down an entire state. Defeat tarnishes a soldier’s pride. So for a soldier, victory is the only option. Every drop of blood he sheds brings him a step closer to triumph. Victory to a soldier is like air to a drowning man. It’s like a drop of water to a wilting rose. It rejuvenates his tattered body. Winston Churchill said:

“Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.”

When a soldier enters the war zone, his ears echo with the orders he was given. He repeats them silently. He looks around and he finds himself surrounded by his comrades, all there for the same purpose. And he knows that this might be the last time he is seeing their grinning faces. And even if he survives, he knows he will have to witness the death of a friend. His focus amplifies.

The Sun must shine again.

What motivates a soldier to risk his all and enter the battlefield without taking a backward glance? It is nothing but freedom. Freedom for his homeland and freedom for himself. Freedom is an asset one possesses in his own nation. The air you breathe in a strange land is not your own. The ground you walk on is not yours to claim. The manner with which you stride in your own homeland is gone once your feet touch the foreign soil. The smiles that you shared with a stranger in your country cannot be shared with dwellers of an alien land. The peace, the rights, the benefits you can have in your own home cannot be given to you by some stranger. This freedom is always underrated. But to a soldier, the sense of freedom is what motivates him to fight for his motherland. It is the treasure he must defend from the voracious hands of the enemy. Freedom of his land and freedom of its inhabitants is what impels him to break all boundaries, to leave fear behind and to take all the risks that are demanded from him. Karen Pletcher said:

“Freedom isn’t free; it costs a soldier a day.” Indeed it does. Freedom is like a crown everyone fights for. A crown no one can bear to see on someone else’s head. And a nation’s crown is defended by its valiant soldiers.”

The trepidations faced by a soldier are often masked by the few comforts he receives as payment for his unmatched services. Those who live the army life are grateful but those who are mere observers dislike this reality. They are unaware of the sacrifices he has to make even in the times of peace. The fear engraved forever in the hearts of the soldier’s loved ones is always underestimated. Many of our daring soldiers suffer the hardships of treacherous mountains and some brave out the scorching heat of the unforgiving deserts just so their fellow countrymen can have a safe life.

They get wounded in battle. They lose their limbs. They lose their heads. But not even a single syllable of protest is ever heard. Never have they demanded attention or concern. To a soldier, the scars of battle remain forever. His wounds hinder him. He cannot bear to be classified as unfit for battle. He cannot let his land lose a warrior. A fight to the death is what he dreams. Martyrdom; he aspires. Those aware of his aspirations often mock him but no gale can bend the soldier’s back. No storm can extinguish the fire that is ablaze in his heart. No flood can drown his desire to battle the enemies of his nation until none remain.
Nathan Hale said:

“I regret that I have but one life to give for my country.”

The love a soldier has for his country is more than just a feeling. It is his motivation, his job and his life. When he lives, he gives away his life. And then he dies and gives away his blood. His sacrifices deserve to be remembered for all eternity. No sacrifice is small and the sacrifice of life is the greatest of all.

“I wonder if the profiteers
Have satisfied their greed?
I wonder if a soldier’s mother
Ever is in need?

“I am the Unknown Soldier
And maybe I died in vain,
But if I were alive and my country called,
I’d do it all over again.” -Billy rose

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