The shells have not spared the lush slopes.
There will be no flora left till dusk.
The rocks have blocked the path behind.
Chimney-climb not possible.
The river-side is being bombed incessantly!
A few bullets last in my pockets.
And they are waiting like vultures.
It is very hard to advance.
I don’t have any back-up yet.
Even the phone is dead now!
I’ve lost many friends since dawn.
They’re still here with me though.
I’ve kept the flag tied to my back.
Apart from a few medals…
A plane swooped at us;
Darkness all around…!