After watching the movie Uri, this author reflects on how little civilians understand the life of those in uniform and their families. All we can do is admire...from a distance!
After watching the movie Uri, this author reflects on how little civilians understand the life of those in uniform and their families. All we can do is admire…from a distance!
I am someone who has always been in awe of you men in uniform for reasons I could never fathom…to the extent that I even wanted to marry one. So, it is only natural that whenever there is a wartime movie it only adds to my immense awe and adulation of you.
We have always been made aware of how your fraternity serves us, protects our country and rises to the occasion every time it is needed; be it fighting off terrorists, rescuing people during natural disasters, maintaining law and order during riots or most importantly, protecting our borders. So when a movie like Uri is made, it only increases my respect for you multifold.
Being civilians, especially those who are not associated with the Services in any way, our understanding of your lives is limited to how you are away from your families for months at a stretch. That be it any important occasion or festival, it’s your duty which is of prime importance, over and above anything and everything else. That those who are posted at the border posts live such risky lives faced with apprehension and in tough weather conditions. It’s a call of duty and you put up a brave front and deal with all of it. But what about the families of you brave men and women? For a split second, we all feel sympathetic towards your family members and there ends our contribution to your lives. All we can do is be in awe.
More than once in this movie, my heart went out to those families which have suffered because a loved one chose to be a part of the Services. A child’s war cry in front of her father’s coffin, a friend’s sorrow at the loss of his best friend and companion, a wife’s agony over leaving her husband’s dirty clothes as they are without washing them since they still hold his smell; these scenes were heart wrenching. I am sure there have been many family members who have felt this way and this is just not the writer’s/ director’s sheer imagination.
The fact of the matter is while the number of stars and stripes on the uniform may look awesome, they denote a life full of uncertainty and risk, be it a mission that is being fulfilled or even when they are at their offices.
It is a sad reality that while you and your comrades keep doing all that is required of you for our country, the families of those brave hearts who laid down their lives and to some extent even those who are still fighting for us, get a raw deal. It is an irony that a scene in the movie, where the enemies are ambushed evokes a loud applause and whistles; your community who does this in reality doesn’t get what it deserves. As a mere civilian, there is very little that I can do since it is not in our control to pass legislation favouring the custodians of our country. I can only keep being in awe and respectful of you.
What is worse is that the country, to which you keep showing your undeterred solidarity, is being weakened by unruly elements within itself. The countrymen for whom you risk your lives are fighting over trivial issues like killing of the ‘sacred’ animal and entry into religious places. I so wish that better sense prevailed among the people and they chose more important issues.
Take a bow, my fellow men and women in the uniform. You surely deserve better. My heart swells with pride thinking about your dedication and your patriotism despite being a mere civilian. I can only imagine how those who are a part of it all must be feeling, day in and day out. No achievement of ours can match up with what you and your families go through for our country. I so sincerely wish I could be associated with you in some way or the other, other than merely feeling reverence for you.
YOU are our superheroes without the cape, just the uniform.
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