Thread by @Warwounded__

__Thread: No Prayers For Us?__

When Pakistan Army started full-scale counterterrorism operations in ex FATA, it suffered a lot of causalities & losses mainly because the army had not been trained & equipped for undertaking full scale anti-guerrilla...

...warfare. The worst part was that half the nation termed it a war against our own people. The families of the slain officers and soldiers who martyred while fighting terrorists in Waziristan often faced a bigger trauma when their fellow countrymen doubted the shahadat of...

...these men. For them, these soldiers gave their lives while fighting a war which served the United States. It took 12 long years for this mind-set to change and for some it meant sacrificing their entire youth for a cause for which the people, whom they...

...had risked their very lives for, never gave them any credit. It is sad but the job of a soldier is to fight, no questions asked. The relatives of the fallen soldiers never came on national television or on streets to to mourn the loss of their beloved...

...ones. We always forget about the soldier who still stands guard on a mountain top come hail or storm, winter or summer, never flinching, never retreating, holding his ground and looking the enemy straight in the eye.

So I have decided to write something, not for him but...

...about him. This endeavour is to make all the readers realise, if given a chance, the sentiments of a soldier:

My efforts of a lifetime are all in vain,

In grief I am, my heart’s in pain,

My strength, I have lost, my head hangs in shame,

My mind is blurred, I have lost the game,

But let us see in the midst of this hell,

What stories my wounds do tell,

I will die today, for me tolls the bell,

But finally my death will break the spell,

For more than seventy years, I have walked with you,

Lived with you, I have died for you,

In blistering deserts, in freezing hills,

At every front I have fought for you,

Remember Kashmir in 48,

Where I had fought till this very day?

Lahore was burning in 65,

And we had fought side by side,

But then came the tragedy of 71,

Where five of us could not be one,

The enemy laughed and enjoyed the show,

As we lost our brothers in one bloody blow,

Once again in Kargil you asked for blood,

We spilled so much, it formed a flood,

Today I fight in Waziristan,

Is this not also a part of Pakistan?

In battle I do not find your prayers for me,

I lose my heart when I come and see,

You laugh and clap when my ranks fall,

You long for the day when I cannot stand tall,

They want to freshen our wounds again,

They want to freshen our pain again,

They want to freshen our grief again,

They want to humiliate us once again,

But I will not let that happen again,

I will fall fighting but will stand again,

For me, duty has called once again,

I am a soldier, I will answer again,

I see my nation abandoning me,

But for her and the country I stand again,

I will defend with honour my motherland,

And I seek only prayers from you again,

Go, abandon me, if that is what you want,

I will die fighting with honour again!