They died with their boots on….

Nay they didn’t die invain, they made the ultimate sacrifice for their motherland. I was there, I saw them fight, I saw them move, I saw them crawl, I saw them smile, I saw them cry. I saw them all, for I was there. I smiled with them, I wept with them and I joked with them for I was there amongst them. I was, in a way one of them. They came from far and wide, they came tall, they were dashing for they looked the enemy in the eye. They over came fear, they followed orders, they swept the enemy, they were men of courage. Some were tall , some were short, some stocky, some lean, but all imbued with the same spirit, all had the resolve, all were firm. They spoke different languages, they looked different, but their hearts were one. They understood each other. Not one, gave up or gave in. They made the enemy run. They fought without food or water, but they fought with hope. They were sons of brave men, their mothers are proud of them, and their wives, and their sons, and their daughters and we are proud of them.

They are the soldiers of Pakistan.

Dedicated to the men of Pak Army and Frontier Corps who are fighting anti-state elements in Tirah.

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