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We were crossing a vast swathe of green forests towards the Line of
                           Control  with  visions  of  white  mountains  shining  in  the  sun-dappled  day
                           emerging more prominently with every footstep. I was not sure but it felt
                           like squads of armies were chasing us and would reach us any minute. But
                           there was no time to stop, breathe or ponder over the next course of careful
                           action.
                                   We finally reached the valley where a fence divided the two enemy
                           nations by the Line of Control. We needed to cross that fence to reach our
                           safe haven, our own nation. But the incoming volley of bullets suddenly felt
                           very heavy, now that we were in the open. Some of the bullets hit several
                           commandos,  now  that  their  backs  were  towards  the  enemy  side  and  it
                           seemed our fate was sealed and nothing could save us now. It was one true
                           test of our fates.
                                   Suddenly,  I  saw  at  least  twenty  men  in  maroon  berets  and  black
                           uniforms  appearing  on  the  Indian  side.  And  almost  instantly  the  sniper
                           rounds  flew  from  the  Indian  side  as  well.  Several  tear  bombs  exploded,
                           providing  us  with  the  perfect  cover.  It  filled  us  with  new  energy  and  we
                           sprinted  again,  sometimes  ducking,  sometimes  pushing  each  other  and
                           pulling out injured friends from grievous danger.
                                   Firing was going on from both sides and until we crossed it, we were
                           meat.
                                   All this time, Virat was always around me, firing but never losing
                           sight of me. Grabbing my hands, sometimes pushing and pulling me, he was
                           my  guiding  light,  my  saviour.  The  Indian  para  commandos  and  NSG
                           commandos were firing relentlessly. There erupted a small-scale battle but
                           clearly the well-prepared Indian side was dominating the scene and it was
                           only a matter of minutes before all the enemy would be sent to their hoors.
                                   Our  marathon  for  survival  halted  and  finally  we  were  on  home
                           territory.
                                   Suddenly, I could breathe and the high adrenaline rush was gone. Our
                           pack and I fell to the ground, military personnel in comforting olive greens
                           rushed towards us. A helicopter hovered high in the sky, and then, I passed
                           out.
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