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Some space for “Azad Hind Fauz” to rewrite Indian History !!! Part I

Some space for “Azad Hind Fauz” to rewrite Indian History !!! Part I

Lt . Mansuka Ali was commanding a small platoon consisting of approximately 30 men. With this small force he counter-attacked and that also without any artillery covering fire and recaptured one of the strongest posts occupied by the enemy. While leading his small and semi –starved force up the steep ridge, he was wounded 13 times; through exhaustion and loss of blood he staggered and fell to the ground. With 13 bullet wounds in his body, he rose up again to this feet and personally led the final assault on the height which was to decide the fate his small battalion.

The enemy having no stomach for a bloody hand to hand fight did not relish the idea of facing the steel bayonets of “Azad Hind Fauz” , retreated , leaving the height in possession of INA men.

All the medicines were finished. The doctor had nothing with which he could treat his patients and to make matters worse, in those jungles there were millions of huge flies which attacked men and beasts alike. As soon they had the slightest wound and within half an hour there were hundreds of Maggots in their wounds and most cases there were no other alternative for the men than saying “JAI HIND” and shoot themselves.

It was bitterly cold and our men had only one warm shirt and one thin cotton blanket. They spent the whole night sitting around the fire as it was impossible to sleep on account of intense cold. Many of our sentries guarding strategic heights were unable to stand the bitter cold and freezing blizzard and collapsed at their post- NEVER TO RECOVER AGAIN. But the soldiers realised that they undertaken to perform a task and they meant to complete it.

The piquet commanders were asked about the food and ration supplies. They all said that they were getting enough and satisfactory rations. But due to acute scarcity of rations I was surprised to hear that reply. Returning to the camp I found that these men had not had proper food for the last two days and they had been living on a type of mountain grass known as LINGRA. But they never complained about not receiving enough rations. All that they were always complaining about was, “that they were not allowed enough opportunities to attack the British posts”.

On one occasion I met a soldier who had been wounded in action. He walked several miles and now he could walk no more. He fell out on the side of the road and waited for death to come and receive him and relieve him of his miseries .There were hundreds of MAGGOTS in his wound and it would not be long before he died. I stopped by his side. He opened his eyes and looked at me and tried to get up, but had no strength left for that. He signed me to sit down by his side. He had a message which he wanted me to convey to Netaji. With tears rolling down his young cheeks he said——–
“SAHIB YOU ARE GOING BACK. YOU WILL SEE NETAJI BUT I WILL NOT. PLEASE CONVEY MY “JAI HIND” TO HIM AND TELL HIM THAT I LIVED UPTO THE PROMISE I MADE TO HIM. TELL HIM HOW I WAS EATEN ALIVE BY MAGGOTS. BUT ASSURE HIM THAT IN THIS GREAT SUFFERING I FOUND A STRANGE PEACE AND HAPPINESS.PEACE AND HAPPINESS BECAUSE I REALIZED, THAT ALL THIS SUFFERINGS IS FOR INDIA’S SAKE, FOR THE LIBERATION OF MY COUNTRY”…………………………………………………….

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Up-to the very time of his death, he thought of Netaji and the promise he made to him was the upper most in his mind.

“Ali Akbar Khan” was the Regimental medical officer, he went right up- to the front line and during the heaviest bombing and shelling he went from man to man dressing their wounds and carrying out minor operations. He had no immaculate instruments of surgery. All he had was a pair of ordinary scissors and a cut-throat razor, and with these he carried on his duty in that pandemonium and hell, quite oblivious of his personal safety in a manner that any country would feel proud of.

While inspecting one hospital “Netaji” found out that the hospital was extremely short of medicines, especially for dysentry. Felling sorry for the poor soldiers and men, “Netaji” decided to give them a treat. He ordered “Jallebi” to be prepared in his house and sent to the hospital.
Next day he went to the Hospital again, and asked a dysentry patient , if he had received his share of “Jallebi” and how he liked it, then the soldier replied
“ Netaji, i thoroughly enjoyed it; in fact it has done me more good than the doctor’s medicine. Please send me some more”. ……………….

From the Diary of An INA Soldier———–Indian History  ……Indian History

Source: Jayasree’ the Voice of Netaji Since 1931
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