Lt. Sanjay would remember the long march on the Siachen glacier for the rest of his life. Early morning on a cold January day, he was climbing up to his post— an icy ridge at 21,000 ft. He could feel the biting cold chill his bones as he trudged along the icy path. The strong winds had churned up the snow all around, thus he could hardly see the ghostly figure walking just a few feet ahead of him, to whom he was roped up. The temperature was close to -40°C, although Sanjay had no means of knowin…

I still vividly remember the exact moment the baton of Command of my infantry battalion of the SIKH Regiment passed to my hands. It was a very cold morning in the battalion head quarters at 12500 ft where we were deployed at the highest battlefield in the world but the smiles of the 300 brave boys who had assembled were warming our hearts. ‘Never a dull moment! I assure you Raj’ said Colonel PC Nair as he handed over the Commanding officer’s baton at the special ceremony called darbar ‘All t…