CQM ABDUL HAMID - 1965

SECOND KASHMIR WAR OF 1 9 6 5

The 1965 conflict is also known as the Second Kashmir War. The First War was fought in 1947-48.
One of the repercussions of the setback in 1962 war was that Pakistan felt India was weak militarily and that the timing was perfect for another bid to take over Kashmir. The Indian morale was low after facing the adverses in Sino- Indian War; the economy was stumbling, Jawaharlal Nehru had died and the next Indian prime Minister, Lal Bahadur Shastri, did not have his predecessor’s charisma. Pakistan, on the other hand, was confident with US aid at its disposal. This included 200

Patton tanks, two squadrons of bombers, four squadrons of Sabre jets and one squadron of Supersonic fighters. They launched an attack in the Rann of Kutch, to which India retaliated, but status quo was reverted to when a ceasefire agreement was signed.

In early August, Pakistan started working on creating an insurgency by stealthily pushing troops into Jammu and Kashmir. The operation was termed Operation Gibraltar. It was aimed at infiltrating forces into Jammu and Kashmir to precipitate an insurgency against Indian rule. Pakistan believed that the local Kashmiris did not want Indian rule and would join in the movement. A guerilla force of more than 25, 000 men armed, trained and aided by Pakistan, crossed the Line of Control and entered Kashmir disguised as locals. Pakistan craftily termed the unrest as uprisings against Indian rule and planned an attack on India. On 15 August the Indian Army jumped into the fray, destroyed the guerrilla bases and captured areas like Haji Pir. Pakistan made an attempt to capture Akhnoor but failed. On 6 September, the Indian Army crossed the International border and war was declared officially.

The most famous battle of 1965 was the battle of Asal Uttar, meaning Befitting Reply. A famous tank battle was fought in the Khem Karan sector, where Pakistan incurred heavy losses. As many as 75 Pakistani Patton tanks were destroyed or deserted, and the Indians collected these as war trophies. In fact, the place where they lay deserted was named Patton Nagar by the locals and was a symbol of Pakistan’s humiliating defeat. This was the battle in which Company Quarter Master Abdul Hamid of 4 Grenadiers got his Param Vir Chakra posthumously.

The other famous tank battle was the Battle of Chawinda, where Lieutenant Colonel A. B. Tarapore of 17 Horse lost his life and was decorated with the Param Vir Chakra posthumously. The war, which caused a heavy loss of life for both countries, ended on the intervention of the United Nations and the signing of the Tashkent declaration.

Abdul Hamid


It is March 2014. A dilapidated, old house stands in the middle of golden wheat fields that are ready to be harvested in Dhamupur village, district Ghazipur, Uttar Pradesh. Many years ago this was the place where Abdul Hamid sat with a sewing machine, stitching clothes for people, with the chatter of his children echoing through the house.

Now even his wife Rasoolan Bibi doesn’t live here. The fields have been rented out for cultivation while Hamid’s family has shifted three kilometres away, near Dhulapur Railway Station from where Jameel, Rasoolan Bibi’s grandson, says, it is easier to commute and to get medicine for his grandmother. Jameel takes a local train to commute to Varanasi every day for work.

There are only two things that Ghazipur is famous for, he says: the opium factory and his grandfather. ‘Vir Abdul Hamid’ (Abdul Hamid, the Brave) is a chapter that class six students read in their Hindi literature books. When Jameel was in school, he read it too, and says he felt very proud that it was his grandfather that the teacher was telling the boys about. Dhulapur Railway station is the same from where Hamid caught the local train to Varanasi in 1965 to his unit. It was deployed in the Khem Karan sector. That evening had brought with it some bad omens, as Rasoolan likes to call them, and she had tried her best to discourage her husband from leaving. But he had shrugged it off with a half smile. For him, the Army had always come first.

Hamid presses his rolled-up bedding with his knee and knots the thick rope binding it together. He is giving it another tug to make the bed roll tighter when the rope suddenly snaps, leaving one half in his hand. The bedding unfolds, spilling the contents. Amongst these is a muffler that Rasoolan has bought for her husband from a fair in a nearby village. She is in tears. ‘That is a bad omen,’ she says, ‘Don’t go today.’ Hamid says he cannot stay back; he has to join his battalion as per the orders. Telling her not to worry, and ‘Didn’t I return safe from the ‘62 war?’, he gets on with his packing. A little later, he leaves the house accompanied by relatives, and his friend Bachu Singh carrying his trunk and holdall on a bicycle; the chain of the cycle breaks. The villagers take this to be another bad sign and try to convince him to stay back for the night and take another train the next morning.

But Hamid does not listen. By the time he finally reaches the station the train has left. Undeterred, Hamid says he shall wait for the night train. He tells his friends and family to return. That is the last they will see of him.

Khem Karan Sector

8 September 1965, 9 a. m.

The fields are rustling with sugar cane and even as Hamid sits in the passenger seat of his jeep, which has mounted on it a recoilless (RCL) gun, he can hear the wind. The jeep trundles over a narrow mud track ahead ofCheema village. Hamid knows Pakistan has launched an attack with a regiment of Patton tanks that has barged right into the forward position. He hears the rumble of armour first and then catches sight of a few tanks that are heading towards his battalion. Taking cover behind the tall crop, Hamid points his gun in their direction and then waits. The Grenadiers hold their fire so as not to warn the enemy. Just as the tanks come within 30 yards, Hamid asks his loader to load the gun and shoot. He watches the shell go up and arch towards the first enemy tank. Even as he picks up his binoculars, he hears the blast. The tank is burning in front of his eyes.

Hamid and his men rejoice.

‘Shabaash!’, Bravo, he mouths and they exchange wide smiles. They spot the crew of the two following tanks dismount and run away. Hamid orders the driver to reverse and move. Around 11. 30 a. m., the battalion is subjected to heavy artillery shelling and then they hear the familiar rumble again. Hamid whips out his binoculars.

Three more tanks are heading in their direction. He positions his jeep in the midst of the field to hide it from view and, positioning his gun, waits. The moment the tank comes within shooting distance, he signals to the loader and watches the trajectory of the shell. It hits target and one more tank is burning in front of his eyes while the remaining two are again abandoned by the Pakistanis. By the end of the day, Hamid has destroyed two tanks while four have been abandoned.

Demands are now made on the engineers to lay out anti-tank mines in the area since that is where the enemy tanks are coming in from. They do the best they can under the time available. It is clear that the battalion is facing a brigade-level attack from the Pakistani armoured forces and all they have to fight them with are RCL guns. That doesn’t bother the soldiers who in high spirits after their initial victories. The next morning Hamid is back at his job and he destroys two more tanks with his RCL gun. The battalion also faces an air attack from Pakistani Sabre jets but these don’t do much damage. By the end of the day, Hamid and his team have shot down two more tanks. It is a remarkable achievement. That night Abdul Hamid sleeps well. He is happy with his achievement. His citation has been sent for a Param Vir Chakra (PVC). It credits him with the destruction of four tanks.

The next day Hamid shows up on the battlefield yet again. He will destroy three more tanks (according to Jameel, who has heard about the battle from a survivor, who died a few years back). This, however, will not get entered into his records since his citation has already been sent.

10 September 1965

4 Grenadiers comes under heavy enemy shelling. After that there is another assault by enemy tanks. They are moving in a formation of three. Hamid waits under cover of vegetation and when the first tank gets close, he blows it up, quickly asking his driver to move away. Just as they do, a tank shell drops and bursts at the very spot where they were a few minutes ago.

The brave Grenadiers have moved to another point behind a thicket from where they are training their gun on another Patton. They shoot it down as well. By now, the shelling has started. The enemy tanks have noticed the jeeps and they concentrate machine gunfire on them. Hamid is tricking them by constantly changing his position and by keeping his jeep camouflaged by the tall sugar cane crop. Another tank slowly lumbers towards him, but he does not have the time to move since they have both spotted each other. Both place each other in their sights and shoot. Both shells hit their targets. There is a loud blast, fire and smoke. Even as the tank is blown up, its shell hits the jeep. The impact flings it in the air. There are screams of pain, a lound crash and then complete silence intercepted only by the crackle of flames.

Abdul Hamid is dead. He has blown up a total of seven enemy tanks, even more than an armoured formation can hope for.

For his remarkable achievement, bravery and courage, Abdul Hamid is awarded the PVC posthumously. The battalion is awarded the Battle Honour of Asal Uttar and the Theatre Honour (Punjab). For first time in military history a battalion with only RCL guns at its disposal has fought off an armoured division.

Abdul Hamid was born on 1 July 1933 in Dhamupur village of district Ghazipur in Uttar Pradesh to Sakina Begum and Mohammad Usman, who had three more boys and two girls. Abdul’s father was a tailor by profession and Abdul would often help him stitch clothes before he decided to join the Army.

He began his schooling at the Basic Primary School, Dhamupur, and passed his class eight from Junior High School, Deva. Nature’s child, Abdul enjoyed wrestling, swimming, hunting and gatka, a kind of sword fighting. When just 14, he was married to Rasoolan Bibi, and they had five children, one daughter and four sons. Abdul was a proud man. His grandson Jameel recounts an incident when Haseen Ahmed, the zamindar of a nearby village, who was a good marksman, offered big prize money to anyone who would shoot down a particular bird which Ahmed himself had not been able to do.

Abdul borrowed his friend Bachu’s gun and shot the bird, but refused to go to the zamindar for the prize money. It was Bachu who went there instead and when the zamindar asked for Abdul to come collect the prize, Abdul refused, saying, ‘I might be poor, but I don’t go begging to people’s houses.’ The zamindar later had the prize money sent to his house.

Hamid was 20 years old when he was recruited at Varanasi into the Army. After undergoing his training at the Grenadiers Regimental Centre at Nasirabad, he was posted to 4 Grenadiers in 1955. Initially, he served in a rifle company and was then posted to a recoilless platoon. He fought in the ‘62 war in Thang La, then in the North- East Frontier Province, as part of the 7 Mountain Brigade, 4 Mountain Division, and came back disappointed with the war. After ceasefire was declared his unit moved to Ambala where Abdul was appointed Company Quarter Master Havildar (CQMH) of an administration company.

When Pakistan attacked in the Rann of Kutch area in April 1965, 4 Grenadiers was ordered to move forward and to collect their 106 RCL guns from the nearest ordnance depot. Hamid was one of the non-commissioned instructors. Due to absence of anti-tank detachment commanders, he was told to take over an anti-tank detachment. A very good marksman and an expert anti-tank gunner with a new anti-tank gun at his disposal, he made a big difference to the outcome of the war.

Hamid died on 10 September 1965. Though his citation credits him with destroying four enemy tanks, according to officers serving in the unit at that time, he actually destroyed three more. Since his citation was sent on 9 September, it did not count the three tanks he destroyed the next day; he was killed in action during the last fight with the seventh tank.

NOTE

There is ambiguity about how many tanks Hamid destroyed.

According to War Despatches: Indo-Pak conflict 1965 by Lieutenant General Harbaksh Singh, Hamid spotted four tanks in a sugar cane field, heading towards his company. Hiding his jeep behind a mound, he shot three of them from point-blank range. He also managed to hit the fourth but was blown to bits when a 90 mm shell hit his jeep.

An interesting aside of the ‘65 war is that after the Battle of Asal Uttar, meaning befitting reply, where the Pakistani tank division was completely routed, the deserted and damaged

Pakistani Patton tanks were collected as war trophies. As many as 70 of them lay dumped in a place called Bhikkiwind, which the locals began calling Patton Nagar! According to Gen Harbaksh’s book, in three days of the war, 75 Pakistani tanks were destroyed or abandoned, including the entire tank fleet of 4 Cavalry, whose commanding officer, 12 officers and several other ranks surrendered on the morning of 11 September.

After the ceasefire there sprang up a tank cemetery at Bhikkiwind, where some 70 Pakistani tanks were collected and parked before evacuation. The locals’ name for it, Patton Nagar, was a unique memorial to all those who fought and fell at Asal Uttar or survived the ordeal of that battlefield to fight another day. The Pattons were displayed for a while after which they were taken to different Army cantonments across the country to be displayed as war trophies.

Abdul Hamid’s grandson Jameel helped fill the gaps in this story by narrating conversations he had had with his grandmother Mrs Rasoolan Abdul Hamid. Mrs Hamid can no longer hear properly.




Ardeshir Burzorji Tarapore

The first time her father did not come back home, leaving the family very worried, Lieutenant Colonel Adi Tarapore’s daughter Zarine was just 15. She could feel her mother’s anxiety from the way she paced up and down the house. And she kept doing that till he came

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