As desired and expected in 1996, after completing my Army training, I was posted to Kashmir as a young Indian Army Officer. In the academy we use to hear about causalities in terrorism-related operations and the tense situation there. In fact, my roommate— Vivek Sajwan, a dear buddy— and I both got posted to Kashmir. As cadets under training, we used to joke around with each other on who would get martyred first amongst the two of us.
In the first two years of my service, I had opportunities to engage in minor skirmishes on the LOC and certain other pockets but my first full-fledged test as a Leader was yet to take place. It came no sooner than February 1998, when I inducted myself in a cordon and search operation with a team of about 15 heads under me at 02:00 hrs in the morning.
This was a large bowl surrounded by hills, having 2-3 villages, all scattered with thick forests on the slopes. As per the inputs, there was a group of 2-3 militants that had arrived in the area to kill a local politician and his family members. We surrounded the target area by 04:00 hrs and at first light, started the search. Searching these houses is a very skilful and tedious activity, as after initial alertness and agility, it becomes quite a boring drill and monotonous act. This mentally tires the troops and at times, the Leaders as well.
We continued the search. It was proving to be a thoroughly frustrating and irritating act with nothing coming out of it.
Around 15:00 hrs I decided to call off the search as there were no tell-tale signs of anything anywhere. I was thoroughly disappointed, as if I’d lost an Olympic medal. I could see similar expressions on the faces of my fellow mates. As we were preparing to move back, an instinct tugged. Next to me was my LMG (Light Machine Gun) gunner— a sturdy Khalsa. As he was in the process of folding the LMG stand, I ordered him to fire a few shots towards a general direction. As he fired the third salvo, I saw three people running between some houses, downward towards the valley which was hardly 100 metres from us. We opened fire on them. But due to the uneven fold of the ground, fire from our point was not effective. With this mighty blow to my expectations, I was devastated.
Nothing came to my mind, so, following my instincts, I too started sprinting in the same direction without checking who all were following me. As I was running, I fired at the three of them, visible only in gaps. It was only after some time that I realised my team members too were following me, and they too were firing as and when possible.
Finally, after a chase lasting almost half an hour, we lost them. However, I, along with my team, continued moving in the general direction where I thought they were heading to. I instructed my team to stop and enquire about anyone crossing from the opposite direction. After we came down the slope and were about to cross a rivulet, I noted one particular family of 2-3 males, a similar number of females and 4-5 kids crossing our way. I could sense something amiss. As a basic drill I enquired about them. They named a different village and said they had come to visit their relatives and were heading back to their place. It was not very convincing. Just a little bit of interrogation got us the truth. They revealed that three militants with fire arms had forcibly entered their house and threatened to kill them, which was why they were running away.
I immediately asked them to take us to their house, still holding onto some hope that we’d be able to nab the Anti-Indians. Reluctantly, one of them came along. From just 300 m, he indicated towards a house located behind a small raised ground with fields on the other side. A glance at the house told me that it was a house with a minimum of 5-6 rooms, relatively larger and solidly made of local rocks with a well-cemented surface. Without losing a fraction of second, I signalled the boys and we surrounded it. The fire started from our end into the house at about 16:30 hrs in the evening. I was in haste to wind up before night fell, as we were a small group and had alienated ourselves from the main axis. It was only after about 5 minutes of our intermittent firing, that a volley of fire bursts welcomed us in retaliation. I heaved a sigh of relief; finally my Olympics medal was probably being reclaimed.
Gradually, the intensity of firing grew. How many ever terrorists they were, they were firing from two different directions and quite effectively. Whizzing bullets and the accompanying sounds filled the air. We all were into the job and it looked quite fun. After about 40 minutes of constant firing, the intensity decreased. I used some special weapons to dismantle the main entry door.
As night was creeping in, I wanted to gain entry into the house at the earliest. Since the approach from the hill side was more exposed, I, along with 4 team-mates, took a detour. Taking the cover of the folds of the fields, we reached close to the house near the courtyard. From the field itself, I fired 2-3 small fire bursts, with no response. I jumped onto the courtyard with my men following me. From a distance, I could see a body lying near the damaged main entry. With my indicative orders, the body was lifted and brought to the open ground. As I entered inside, another body was lying in the left corner, closer to a window. We checked it for any blasts tied or any kind of booby trap. It too was brought out. We continued with the search since we had seen three of them. The same number was confirmed by the house owner. So, at least one more should have been there. But we could not locate anyone for the next few minutes or so.
Darkness was setting in. Outside, a few of my team members had gathered in a jovial mood, hoping it to be a successful operation. As I was on the look-out for an elusive third one, with my anxiety growing higher and higher, I heard a ‘crack’ sound suddenly. The top of a big wooden box, generally used as grain storages in rural areas, about 7-10 meters from me, flung open with a volley of bullets flowing out. I leaped outside, probably the longest jump of my life, and fell with a thud near the main entry gate. All of this happened so quickly; I failed to notice how many of us were actually able to escape from the house. Bullet cracks broke the silence all of a sudden. Even those waiting outside in the courtyard had moved away to take cover wherever they could. By the time I gained my senses, realizing that I was safe with only minor bruises, I found myself all alone in the courtyard. It was completely dark and it was cold. I had completely lost control of the Operation, and was not even sure whether all my men were safe or not. Such a demoralizing moment!
A few minutes elapsed. My mind started ticking fast. I walked about 50 meters away from the Target area, near a small, old hut structure, and conveyed my location through radio transmission and verbally too. In about 15 minutes, the entire team gathered around me. Seeing each one of them alive was one of the most precious and relieving moments of my life. To re-confirm that everyone was safe, I took the head count twice.
As it was pitch dark in the night, I decided that trying to gain an entry was an act of huge risk and foolhardiness, especially after what we had just experienced. We got lucky, with no casualties. I knew that the third militant had got into the big wooden box. He had fired indiscriminately and aimlessly as he was wounded. He could not fire properly; else I would have been riddled with bullets there itself.
It was now that one of the nearest Army establishment got in touch with me on the wireless. I reported “all safe” to the higher HQ. I also informed them about my plan of action— quietly surrounding the house all through the night and resuming the operation next morning. I could hear some sounds from inside the house, as the team was divided in 6 different groups and they were establishing stop positions surrounding the house at a distance of about 25-30 m from the house.
It was chillingly cold in the open fields
in a bowl. I had not catered for a night stay out, which was growing adventurous and a bit more than challenging. At about midnight I was transmitted a message that the person inside was their commander. Though quite injured, he was very much alive. He was trying to seek help through his transmissions.
For a moment I thought of blasting the house as just sitting idle in extreme cold was nerve-breaking and also that the man inside was conspiring against us. However, my good sense told me to hold on. Despite the pervasive risk, at about 02:00 hrs we lit some fire around us as we surely needed some relief from the nail-biting cold. Being without food was fine, but why die out of cold? This, however, was against the theory of tactics!
So, we sat through all night. At times the silence was broken by dogs barking at a distance or just the winds roaring. We had to sit in absolute silence. Some Fauji gossip could have been a great relief but that couldn’t be risked.
At about 06:15 hrs, things started getting visible, though a bit hazy. I did not want to lose any more time. I ordered other teams to fire into the house from three directions as three of us crawled into the courtyard seeking entry once again. At a pre-decided timeframe, all firing was stopped. Three of us moved in, adopting fire and cover tactics. We volleyed the box with bullets and also for safety, fired on each such covered objects inside. It took us about two minutes to recover his body from inside the box. Immediately another part of the team scanned the entire house for any more shocks that could be waiting for us.
Finally, after about 30 hours of setting out, everything was over. I complimented everyone for splendid team work and great performance. The entire team won good accolades. For the soldier in me, the most satisfying factor was that in fledgling stage of my career, the first big operation was conducted successfully with no casualty of my own men. Luck too favoured me quite a bit, I must say. For sure, some, if not all those bullets coming out of the box could have easily landed me in the grave.
It was sometime later that I learned that my room-mate buddy, Lt Vivek Sajwan— about whom I wrote initially— with whom I used to joke about getting martyred, had gotten martyred in January 1998 in another part of valley, at just 24 years of age. I could not gather the courage to meet his parents when I went for my leave.
Soldiers never die. They just fade away. Vivek will be with me forever.
Major Rakesh Sharma
A battle hardened grounded Soldier of Indian Army, Major Sharma has explored versatile roles in the Army and similarly in corporate thereafter. In ten eventful years with Indian Army, he voluntarily served in Intense insurgency prone sectors for almost the entire tenure, seeking challenging roles in exceptionally hostile work environment. Sole motto has been- " Nation and Organization First - Always and Every Time".
He has been a part of greatly motivated teams, both in Army as well as corporate, actively participated in Operation Vijay in 1999. Planned, led and successfully executed multiple complexed Military Operations.
Post Army, as a keen marathon runner he has been running and seeking challenging assignments. Starting with routine Administration then handling human capital and further engaging in the facets of Operations, Relationships and Business Development. Industrywise, from FMCG to Telecom then Banking and Affordable Housing. As a passionate engagement worker, he has been engaging with Industry and academia on various leadership aspects via engagement sessions and open discussions mostly on real life experiences . Humanity and Humility are his core and he is a prepetual learner.