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In '65 I was a kid in Lahore. I remember what sounded like big howitzers booming all night. When the siren played, I remember lights were turned off and we had to run outside into trenches. I also remember how scared I felt when my father came home at night, lying down in bed with his boots on and a revolver on his side, in full battle gear. A few hours of rest and then gone again. I remember hearing stories about how we only had a few tanks to oppose a huge Indian offensive and the diversion that had to be created.
I remember the jawans had rifles and backpacks (phitoos). One time, I remember sitting in a trench at night and seeing Indian airplanes overhead. Then hearing three really loud booms. Next morning we went to see the site where the three Indian bombs had landed. After the war I remember a trip to a place that I think it was called Khem Karun that we had occupied. I remember the posters from thatt war. The heroes were Raja Aziz Bhatti Shaheed and MM Alam.
In '71 my memory is chiefly regarding the fate of two families, one of a neighbor and of an uncle who were both taken POW in E. Pakistan. I remember how my father and mother were often trying to help them obtain rations, foods and services.
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