Page 125 - Love Story of a Commando

in your pockets. They can detect our location and feeds. We will
communicate only through secure lines. And please make it quick, it is only
a matter of time before all hell will break loose here. We need to leave
immediately.’
They established contact with headquarters and briefed them about
the latest development. New instructions were issued regarding our escape
routes and it was confirmed that once we cross the LOC, we would be
received by the second rescue team right at the fences. All we had to do was
to cover two miles of enemy ground which might possibly be filled with
Pakistan’s infamous terror launch pads. In case of hostile conditions, they
were asked to destroy all evidence of them belonging to the Indian side and
neutralize the package— which would be me dead with terms and conditions
applied.
Life! As we know it!
We began a brisk walk across the rocky summit and descended into a
forest. Soon, we were back struggling with thick bushes, stubborn shrubs,
tall trees with huge canopies which did not even allow sunrays to pass
through and created an aura of eternal darkness and evil. How astonishing,
the same Himalayan moist temperate forests felt pleasant back home in India
but here, behind enemy lines, everything felt scary and alien.
My heart was palpitating with unknown fear and I tried my best to
keep up with the swift pace of the commandos. I even murmured the
Hanuman Chalisa . ‘Please Sankat mochan Hanuman ji, just help me this
one time and I promise I will offer you one kg of laddus and visit your
temple every Tuesday. Just this one time!’
My life truly sucked!