BRAVE PVC STORIES (1962) - MAJOR SHAITAN SINGH
It is February 1963.
A few months after the war with China is over, a Ladakhi shepherd grazing his herd in no-man’s land finds his way to Rezang La in Chushul, quite by chance. The destroyed bunkers, empty shells and used gun Cartridges scattered around tell him that he has stumbled upon the location of conflict. And then he notices the bodies.
These are of dead soldiers in uniform, some still holding their weapons, faces twisted in pain. The extreme cold has preserved them in the moment that death claimed them. Their vacant eyes stare across space and time, a mute witness to their dying moments. These dead men speak of the terrible carnage that befell them. Speechless with horror, the shepherd runs down and informs the closest Indian Army picket.
It is February 1963.
A few months after the war with China is over, a Ladakhi shepherd grazing his herd in no-man’s land finds his way to Rezang La in Chushul, quite by chance. The destroyed bunkers, empty shells and used gun Cartridges scattered around tell him that he has stumbled upon the location of conflict. And then he notices the bodies.
These are of dead soldiers in uniform, some still holding their weapons, faces twisted in pain. The extreme cold has preserved them in the moment that death claimed them. Their vacant eyes stare across space and time, a mute witness to their dying moments. These dead men speak of the terrible carnage that befell them. Speechless with horror, the shepherd runs down and informs the closest Indian Army picket.