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The Fighter Par Excellence
Indian side and was not prepared to budge even an inch. He was prepared to make the supreme sacrifice for his nation. His passion to fight the war and to win it was so great that no one could turn him away from his determination. Every strategy and tactic employed by the Pakistani forces had failed in their attempt to cow down the Indian forces. This brave lad of India, Murli, was advancing further and further on the Sialkot front along with his contingent. He was killing every enemy who came within the range of his gun. Just then, an enemy bullet hit him from behind and pierced him from the back. He remained completely unruffled and continuing his advance killed a few more soldiers of the enemy. By this time a second enemy bullet hit him on his waist. Even then he remained calm and composed as if nothing had happened. But when the third bullet pierced his leg he started stumbling. He was bleeding profusely with a pool of blood beside him. He fell down and became unconscious.
The Indian soldiers who were following him from behind lifted him in a critical condition and posted him to a military hospital where he underwent long treatment for his wounds. He was saved, but unfortunately he lost both of his legs. He was permanently maimed.
By the time he was discharged from the hospital, he realised that he could no longer walk erect or run. He could no longer frighten the enemy, nor could he fight any more for the cause of the motherland. More than that, his dream to become a good sportsman had been dashed and he was completely shattered
Murli, who was born at Islamapur in the Sangli district of Maharashtra, could not erase from his memory an event that had occurred in his childhood. He and his friends had once gone to attend a fair. While taking a stroll there, he came across a place where he saw a wrestling duel going on between some
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