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After rolling around for a while, I looked and saw that I was not going to the right but to the camp on the corner. I didn’t notice the emotion. The body is getting weaker and weaker. Suddenly, Salam, a young freedom fighter, came running out of nowhere. He ran towards the enemy with a light machine gun. Dissolved Pakistani troops were gathering behind a mud wall to fight back. Salam stormed into the fence. I called in a low voice, ‘Hi, let’s go.’ But my call did not reach his ears. Some time ago Salam saved my life, that Salam could not return.
All the battlefield then mahasmasana! To escape our own fire, we started walking through the relatively low rice field on the right. At that moment a mortar shell arrived and fell nearby. Automatic weapons also began firing. The dirt on the side flew away. Leaning on my left hand, I quickly carried my injured body down the drain. When I reached the drain, I applied all my strength and got up with great difficulty. Then I staggered down the canal, went to the other side and lay down.
Although I survived the Battle of Nakshi, many freedom fighters had to pay a heavy price for the liberation of their Bengali mother.
Shortened from the first post published in 1971 and my military life (2016).
Amin Ahmed Chowdhury Bir Bikram was a Captain during the Liberation War, then Major General and Ambassador.
