A salute to army

All these feelings started with the entry of an army man in our house. That man had strange behaviors. He used to come silently and be cool enough that made me wonder if he was not a REAL army. He used to bring many army stuffs in home and shared openly with my family. This was another thing to suspect on. Why is he being kind to us? May be that’s a master plan. May be he thinks we are terrorists. He was in no way an actual army for me as I thought no army would be kind.

Days proceeded. He brought the whole family in his room. It was more of a group of armies that a family of army. This made me suspect him even more. Well, fear had overtaken the suspicion. I was afraid if he would kill all my family in a single shot.

I felt his special sharp eyes on me. Whenever I passed by him or vice versa, he used to give me a sharp look with threatening eyes. Who was I to question an army why he looked at me that way? I had to get away from him as soon as possible. To avoid further eye-contact, I started to look down whenever he passed by me. Due to this, I did not have to look at his ever threatening and frustrating eyes. May be he felt weird or may be proud. It was none of my business.

He used to dine with us sometimes and we used to dine with him. Even though nobody suspected his presence, I had a huge suspicion in his phony smile. Additionally, he used to give me that killer’s look every time he smiled. However, I was not afraid of him. I felt that my parents were there to protect me from that danger. His clinks of wine glass and the strike of spoon on the plate was really confusing. I felt that there was some message in that sound too. May be a chopper would fly by our house and kill us all. I could think of nothing other than “Kill”.

I could not control my fear with his presence around me. I did not know what to do but my glass for fear was already starting to over flow. I would compare myself with Sheldon Cooper when he could not tell something he wanted to. Finally, I gathered guts to ask it to my mother.

“Haha, my dear son. He is an army and we are not terrorists. Army is also a human and he is a social being” my mother said.

I could not get her abstruse words (it was hard for me to understand then). So, I asked my mother to clarify in simpler language.

Calmly, she sat down and said that the army in our house was a very good man. Army does not mean a person with great strength and rude behavior. Infact, army are our protectors and they are very helpful. They have many hard trainings in their life but they also have a soft heart. In fact, they are more than a simple people as they have greater responsibilities and have quality to protect the country as well as to love the people living inside it.

That day, I realized how hard being an army was. They are not only the people with great guts but also a “sacrifizer”. On one hand, they are powerful and courageous while on the other hand, they are sacrificing their own family for our sake. I regretted the misconception that I had for the army in our house. His eyes were “kinder” for me. His smile was no more suspicious. Further, a good feeling came for the army.

Army is the protector and also a “sacrificer”. So, I feel like to salute the brave people of nation, army.