Upon the barren,freezing slopes,
Under the old holy tree,
Lay still the last rifleman,
Now passed on into history.
As his warm blood trickled out,
Onto the frozen white...
From across the blazing plains of Assam,
Along the mighty Brahmaputra we rode.
Soon climbing through the winding roads,
To the gateway of Arunachal….Tezpur.
At times in the...
In times gone by,
In war and peace,
In times to come,
And never to cease.
Time and time again,
When ‘it’ hits the fan,
The first and last resort,
Is...