Captain R Jerry Premraj was an artillery officer. He was working in 158 Med Regt(sp) in Kargil. During first year degree he was selected in Indian Air Force as an aircrafts man in 1990. He joined Indian Air Force in 02 Feb 1990 before attaining the age of 18. In Indian Air Force he joined as an instrument fitter. His basic training was at Jalahalli, Bangalore. After two years of training he was posted in 7 wing Ambala. From Ambala he was sent for maintenance conversion flight training of jaguar aircraft at Gorakhpur. Up to 1996 he was working in Ambala. Meanwhile he completed his degree from Kakatiya University in sociology in one sitting. He cleared CDS and was selected as an officer in Indian army. He had undergone training in OTA Chennai and was commissioned as an artillery officer in Indian army on 5th Sep 1997. While joining army he was corporal in Indian Air Force with seven years of service. He was posted to 158 Med Regt at Meerut after training. While working at Meerut he was sent for Young Officers’ course

22nd April 1999 Captain Jerry Premraj married Praseena. He had done reservation on 3rd June 99 in Rajasthani exp to go back to Meerut. He was planning to take Praseena along with him. But on 30th May a telegram came from his unit, stating that his leave is cancelled and report for duty immediately. At that time he was at Mettur his relative’s house. He was going to Ooty on honeymoon trip. He did not go to Ooty. He cancelled his honey moon trip and came back home. Meanwhile his Commanding Officer called up and told him not to bring his wife Praseena. So he cancelled his wife’s ticket. He cancelled his reservation and preponed his journey to 3rd June. On 3rd June 1999, he went to Meerut. At Meerut there were only reserve people since his unit is already moved to Drass sector. He was sent to his unit in Drass sector from Meerut. From there he was attached to 2 Naga Regt. Mean while he was promoted to the rank of Captain.

He was Forward Observation Officer to 2 Naga. On 7th July 1999 at point 4875 (twin bumps) while effecting accurate artillery fire he was hit on the shoulder by an enemy sniper. He saved the life of two of his subordinates. 17 enemy soldiers were killed on that morning. He refused to be evacuated and continued to give effective artillery fire. Again he was hit on the shoulder and head (total 5 gsw). He breathed his last at about 4’o clock on this day 17 years back. He was awarded Veer Chakra posthumously.

His brother Reginald Pavithran shared few words on his brother with us.

“Jerry was younger to me by three years. At 6 months of age he won healthy baby show in our village. He was very healthy at that time. He was having long hair. He was looking like a girl at that time. During his school days he was a very good cricketer. He was a fast bowler and an all rounder. In his captaincy their team won the cricket tournament in 10th standard. He was very good in studies. He studied in Malayalam medium but was very good in English. During his school days he was the student secretary of Indira Priyadarshini Science Centre at our village. Under his leadership this centre organised science exhibitions in the school. He was very God fearing also. He was active in Sunday schools also. He was a very good artist and was very good in pencil sketch. He was a very good cartoonist. From childhood he was fond of army. He appeared for NDA but could not clear. Then he tried to join navy as a sailor. But in medical he was rejected. Then he joined Air Force as an airman. But he was not satisfied with it. He was very brave. He was very adamant to become an army officer. He had only one aim. He tried very hard to accomplish his aim and finally achieved it. He was very competitive. Jerry and me together brought many trophies and prizes to our home in various competitions.

Although he was younger to me by three years, we were like friends not brothers. Before taking an important decision he will have a consultation with me. He was happy to take my guidance before taking an important step. He was fond of Mohanlal films. He was adept in storytelling. After seeing a film he will explain the story in such a way that I will not have to see the film again. He was a lovable person. His love, affection and care for others was unparallel. He was very social and jolly person. Once u got a chance to talk with him, I bet u will never forget him. He was such a fantastic guy.

He was killed in action on 7th July 1999. His body was brought home on 11th July (coffin was not opened)He was cremated at Venganur by the side of our house with full military honours. We have constructed a memorial for him before the first death anniversary. Now for the last 16 years we are conducting a prayer meeting at his memorial on Jul 7. We have constructed a church nearby in his memory. We have been born and brought up together. Since the coffin was not opened, I am not able to believe till now that he is no more. His smiling face is still in my mind. I feel like I have lost my right arm. Life will never be the same again. Now wherever I go people love, care and respect me on behalf of him. I like to be known as Captain Jerry’s brother. I feel blessed and honoured to have a brother like him.”



When the nation is busy asking for proof from my men in uniform as they came back safely after the surgical strike, when the reel heroes of this nation were busy supporting Pakistani actors who never cared to condemn Uri attack, we got connected to one more family. One more family became a part of our life and we will be connected for ever.

My Durga puja started last Thursday with my visit to the family of Sepoy Gangadhar Dalui, Uri martyr. Ma durga who protected all the gods visits her mother during this time of the year. And he left his mother, his home, to protect his another mother, his dear motherland and us. Ma durga will return every year. But he will never return as he now rests on the lotus feet of Ma Durga.

As I was going to his village, a thought came that he also came back home for the last time boxed in a coffin, draped in tri colour through the same road. He was sleeping peacefully. No pain, no loss was bothering him anymore. He was sleeping peacefully that 18th September night also when the traitors,terrorists attacked them. They were killed. From Friday Durga puja started. As I was nearing his village,every young boy I saw in new cloth i remembered him. I wished he was Gangadhar. I so wish he was alive among us , celebrating Durga puja with his family. Those who are not bothered about the Uri martyrs must have not lost any dear ones in their life. On my way to his home a bunch of young rough men stopped the car to collect money for Durga puja. As soon as i took his name, they spared me with huge respect. Who says that my state don’t know how to show respect to her martyrs ? This is the glory of a shaheed

I started my journey with a Google map in my hand. I just knew the name of the village. As I reached the village, the villagers guided me to their hero’s home. As I knocked the door, the mother of Sepoy Gangadhar Dalui asked me to come inside.

We have never talked before. She has not seen or known me before. As I went inside and touched her feet, she broke down into tears.A mother’s pain has no words to express. It can only be felt. It seems that her life left along with her son.

Despite hailing from a very poor family and an interior village, she inspired and worked hard to send his son to Indian Army. And today, what pains her most is that she was at home in her safe and comfort zone. Her 22 years old son was also sleeping peacefully. Enemies killed his son in sleep. She wished if the enemies had the guts to attack from the front. She has full faith on the bravery of her son.

After the passing out parade of Sepoy Gangadhar Dalui, he became a vegetarian. According to him, he took an oath to protect life. So he stopped taking non-veg food.

22 years is a very tender age. He had a lot of dreams and duties that remain unfulfilled. He wanted to repair his house, give his mother all the comforts in the world. Life is so uncertain.

Through the journey of visiting the families of martyrs, we have realized that it is far more tough to be a family of a martyr than to be a martyr. It needs far more bravery and strength to deal with the untimely loss that comes without any preparation. May the family of our young brave heart Sepoy Gangadhar Dalui get all the strength to deal with the irreparable loss. Jai Hind.

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Last evening, there was a story telling session….. I came to know about some of our warriors over phone from Vikas…….I thought to share those stories of supreme braveries with you all. While searching for details about one of them I found a community in Orkut and achieved little in the mission to get some details about him – Capt R Subramanian, 1PARA, SF. 
Capt Subbu was born on 12th Aug 1976 to Mr. and Mrs. S. Ramachandran – a family from Kerala, settled in Mumbai. The young boy scored 94% and 96% in the Xth and XIIth standard examination and got selected in the National Defense Academy (NDA), Pune for the 90th course at NDA (July 1993). He passed out from NDA in 1996 and completed the training at IMA, Dehra Dun in 1997. The daring young man was then attached with the 1 Para, SF since 1997.

During the Kargil war, the young Lt was busy at Drass Sector, Mushkoh valley till end of August 1999 and led several tough operations there. He was promoted as Captain in March 2000.

When he went back to his troop after a leave in June 2000, he found his men preparing for an assault against the militants in the Haphruda forest of Kupwara. Capt Subbu volunteered the operation. During the operation they managed to kill 5 militants among the eight and took a break at the night.

In the next morning they went to the site of operation and while removing the bodies of the militants, suddenly one the them fired from the closest range on Capt Subbu. Instantaneously, he also fired on the militant and both of them killed each other. The point blank range firing made impossible to identify the face of the brave heart and Indian Army covered the face with a thick layer of sandalwood before the hero reached his home wrapped in tricolor.

On 19th of June, 2000 the nation lost one of her most talented, efficient and intelligent officers in the forest of Kupwara and he was awarded with Kirti Chakra on the republic day of 2001. The warrior could probably be descried the best in his own words,

“You have never lived until You have almost died, And for those who choose to fight, Life has a special flavor, The protected will never know!!!”
Jai Hind……

Shaheed Major Rushikesh Ramani, Sena Medal (P)

Gujarat is one of the most prosperous states in India. Mostly the people of Gujarat are businessmen and their business acumen is world wide accepted. Very few from Gujarat join defense forces and one major factor responsible for this is the lack of awareness among the youth in Gujarat regarding men in uniform. To overcome this family of martyr Major Rushikesh Vallabh Bhai Ramani has started a trust in memory of Major Rushikesh who attained martyrdom on 07 June 2009 in Kashmir fighting insurgents.

At about 01:15 AM, 07 June 2009 Major Ramani was able to establish contact with an infiltrating group of terrorists and a heavy exchange of fire started. The terrorists opened heavy fire in an abortive attempt to escape. During the exchange of fire, Major RV Ramani received a burst of 12 bullets in his chest and abdomen. Despite the serious bullet injuries sustained by him, and with total disregard to his personal safety or well being, Major RV Ramani single-handedly continued to fire at and engage the group of said terrorists. Till such time the reinforcements arrived, Major RV Ramani led his party from the front. In spite of bleeding profusely from 12 bullet wounds, he engaged and shot dead three terrorists.

During the whole incident, Major RV Ramani displayed exceptional courage, extreme daring, devotion beyond call of duty, leadership and bravery of the highest order in the face of the enemy. With this selfless and heroic act of conspicuous bravery, Major RV Ramani single-handedly foiled and successfully prevented the infiltration attempt by Pakistani terrorists into Indian territory.

Major Rushikesh Ramani Memorial Trust makes arrangements for seminars, camps, workshop, etc., to give information, guidance and inspiration to the young boys and girls of Gujarat to join different military services and to impart training to those who are having interest in such services. Trust also render assistance to financially weak students by way of financial assistance in the form of scholarships, providing books and fees for education purpose. Above all, Trust appreciate and award the members of the Indian Army, para-military and police forces, who have sacrificed their lives in the interest of nation.

Major Rushikesh Ramani, Sena Medal (P)
Major Rushikesh Ramani 23 Punjab
Major Ruishikesh Ramani’s uniform
Major Rushikesh Ramani Memorial Trust in Ahmedabad
Last Journey
Sh. Vallabhbhai Ramani father of Major Rushikesh Ramani
Smt. Geetaben Ramani and Shree Vallabhbhai Ramani Parents of Major Ruishikesh Ramani


“Introduce me as the one who would sacrifice his today for other’s tomorrow”

It was an evening of last November. I was coming back home from office through Defence colony, New Delhi as usual. Suddenly I remembered that I heard of a hero whose house is in that area. I asked the driver to change the route and told him that I would get down before the destination I told before. Naturally the driver was not happy and asked for some extra on his meter reading. I agreed and then I arrived in front of a house in D block of Defence colony. The number of the house was correct but the name plate was some other surname. I was upset but as I saw a man in front of the gate I asked him “ yeh Lt Puneet Nath Datt ki ghar hain keya?” As expected he said that he knows nothing. Suddenly an elderly person came on the second floor balcony and I asked the same question to him. And yessss !!!!!!!! I was standing in front of the right house, the house of Lt Puneet Nath Dat, AC(P) of 1/11 Gorkha Rifles. The elderly person came down and and welcomed me in the house. He introduced me as lt Datt’s mamaji. And I entered the temple to pay our tribute to our brave heart.

2nd Lieutenant Puneet Nath Datt, 1/11 Gorkha Rifles, was a born soldier who belonged to the illustrious Datt family of Mohyals, the militant Brahmin race of India. The Datts derive their lineage from Dronacharya. The Mohyals have a chequered history of soldering right from the medieval times, having taken part in the battles of Karbala in Iraq and in Afghanistan. Dicky, as he was popularly known, was the son of Late Major Pramod Nath Datt who also retired from the 1/11 Gorkha Rifles. He was the grandson of Late Shri Prem Nath Datt, a leading advocate of Jaipur. Besides the dynastic military background, he got the inspiration to join the Indian Army from his maternal side also in that his grandfather, Colonel S N C Bakshi, retired from the Army Ordnance Corps (AOC) and his maternal uncle, Commander V K C Bakshi, Indian Navy.

Born at Jodhpur on 29 April 1973, he had a brilliant academic career and took keen interest in sports and extra curricular activities. He did his schooling from St. Bethney’s School in Darjeeling, from St Joseph’s Academy in Dehradun, from St. Xavier’s School in Jaipur and finally completed his class XII from Tagore Public School in Jaipur. He excelled in football and rowing whilst in school. Throughout his childhood, his ambition was to join the Indian Army. As a little boy, he used to don his grandfather’s or father’s uniform, complete with the Gorkha Hat and pretend to be an officer.

While still at High School, Dicky diverted his full attention towards his goal in life, i.e. joining the Indian Army by preparing for entry in the renowned National Defence Academy. Through his grit, determination and hard work, he secured entry in the NDA in December 1991. At the NDA, he had a brilliant record and due to his proficiency in both academic & military subjects as well as outstanding officer like qualities, he was awarded the coveted rank of ‘Cadet Sergeant Major’ for his squadron – ‘Echo’. As CSM, he won the prized Cross Country Shield for his squadron. He was also awarded three gold medals in rowing. Due to his initiative and leadership qualities, he was famous among his comrades. So determined and full of zeal was he to join his father’s regiment that throughout his stay at the NDA, he used to proudly display the Gorkha crest, always polished, on his study table. He used to write back home that his spirits soared whenever he met a Gorkha officer. Regimental to the core, he used to make it a point, before and after commissioning, to go out of the way to meet any serving or retired Gorkha officer about whom he got any information.

He was the idol of his sister and a father figure in her life. He was a trusted comrade to his friends, always ready to come to anyone’s rescue and help in complete disregard to his personal interest, safety or convenience. His mother remembered that she received money from many of his friends even through money order from many of his friends whom he helped in need.

Within a short span of 1½ years after his commissioning, Dicky successfully completed the Young Officers’ Course, Commando’s Course, and Fire Fighting Course. He also passed his promotion exam ‘Part B’ in the first attempt.

Dicky achieved the supreme aim of his life of serving his motherland, when he took part in an encounter that panned out as a cordon & search operation on specific information from a source cultivated by him regarding presence of foreign militants in a building in the Naushera locality of Srinagar. The operation started in wee hours of 20 July 1997 and the building was completely surrounded by 0400 hours. The militants were secure within the three storied building located in a thickly populated and congested area. At daybreak when the terrorists found that they were surrounded, instead of surrendering to the Indian Army, they resorted to indiscriminate firing. Utmost restraint had to be exercised while trying to liquidate the onslaught so as to avoid any damage to innocent civilian life and property in the vicinity of the building. One militant visualizing the hopeless situation ran out firing on the search party. Seeing the militant firing on his troops, he ordered his troops to take cover and with utter disregard to personal safety sprang up and shot the militant in an eye-to-eye encounter. Meanwhile sensing that the militants were trying to escape, he showed exemplary presence of mind & initiative and maneuvered his position to block the rear exit of the building. Displaying indomitable courage and guts, he shot down another militant who was trying to escape. The remaining militants inside the building meanwhile continued firing on our troops and as a result of which he was seriously wounded. But he did not give in and maintained his sustained crusade against foreign mercenaries and taking courage in both hands, lobbed a grenade inside the building, killing the remaining militants and destroying a considerable amount of the enemy’s arms & ammunition. Almost single handedly destroying the enemy, our hero attained martyrdom and immortalized himself by carving a niche in the annals of his Regiment and the Indian Army’s history. For his bravery and in recognition of the initiative and dare devilry displayed in the pursuit of his mission to eliminate militancy from the face of his motherland, 2nd Lieutenant Puneet Nath Datt was awarded the Ashok Chakra (posthumous), the country’s highest gallantry award in peace time on 15 August 1997.Mrs. Anita Datt received the award on behalf of her brave son.He was awarded the Ashoka Chakra, posthumously for the most conspicuous act of bravery, exemplary leadership and supreme sacrifice. As the President stepped forward to hand over the medal, the people watched in silence. And for one brief shining moment, the nation was one, elevated by the courage of a single man, and united in pride & grief for a young son of India who died following the Armed Forces’ favourite aphorism “Death Before Dishonour”.

During my short stay of 3 hours in the hero’s house, her mother shared a wonderful incident about her brave son. Captain Puneet Nath Dutt once told his sister to introduce him to the world as someone who would sacrifice his today for other’s tomorrow. Today, his wish came true. He is remembered the way he wanted the world to know him.

 Captain Puneet Nath Dutt


AMIT BHARADWAJ ‘Annu’, the real son of mother India, was born on 4th March, 1972. At the birth of their only son, Lt. Amit Bharadwaj’s Mother, Shrimati Sushila Sharma, and Father Shri O.P. Sharma’s happiness knew no bounds. Grandmother, Mrs. Rampyari Sharma, and grandfather, Mr. Jaidev Prasad Sharma, seemed to burst with happiness at the glimpse of the bright face of their grandson. They rejoiced Lt. Amit Bharadwaj’s birth.

Lt. Amit Bharadwaj’s ambitions, right from childhood were unprecedented. He always dreamt of unusual excellence. He was not untouched with the Charismatic powers of the then leaders. He was an outgoing student of St. Xaviers School, Jaipur. Even at the age of 7, he had pulsating sympathy for poor people. He used to donate some part of his pocket money, at such an age, when children are quite reluctant to share their possessions. He always made his mark from the initial stages of life. He was a remarkable table tennis and football player. His politeness which was an added virtue that had won the hearts of his teachers and schoolmates. Not only when he was in School, even after passing out, he did a commendable job as a member of St. Xaviers Old Boys Association.

He took his bachelor’s degree from Rajasthan University. His aptitude was a blend of kindness and courage. He wanted to soar high in the sky like a bird. He was recruited in the year 1997 and duty bound, executed his first posting at Pithorgarh .He was in 4 Jat Regiment. From June 1998, he got his new posting at Kaksar area of Kargil. He executed his duty sincerely, and devotedly till the very end. He ventured to go and search Saurabh kalia on 17th May 1999, the new officer, for whom he had quoted to his sister,”Now I have a bachcha (kid) who will do all the work for me, and I will have someone who calls me Sir.” Being the senior Subaltern, Lt. Bharadwaj felt “Immensely Responsible” for the junior officer and taught him all the traditions and history of the Paltan. Little did he know, that he will lay down his life for that “Little Kid in the Paltan”. Amit who was always ready to take the lead, took the initiative .He led a search party of around 35 soldiers. On reaching the Bajrang post, he realized that the number of enemies were much more than they had anticipated. Taking a quick decision, he ordered his men to retrieve back and report to the base camp for help. He himself undertook the task of providing them cover-fire. He was fighting like a true, brave soldier. Lt. Bharadwaj saved nearly 30 of his men and killed more than 10 infiltrators, though he himself was hit by a number of bullets fighting till the last breath. But, this brave son could not save his own life, and his body lay, till it was retrieved on July 13, 1999 – 56 days later. He had fought till his last breath. His weapon was found in his hand when his body was recovered.

Lt. Bharadwaj’s parents in Jaipur did not lose hope till the end, and refused to believe that their son had attained martyrdom. “I believe he is still fighting the enemy out there.” were his Father’s words to the endless stream of the ‘well-wishers’ who came to offer their condolences. In all these days, the phone did not stop ringing and the family spent each day waiting for news from their son, till their worst fear was confirmed. Lt. Amit Bharadwaj’s parents were not ready to confirm their fears

He was always fascinated by the charm of martyrdom, as revealed by his words to his friend, while reading the name of Martyrs at India Gate, “One fine day, you will read my name here.”

Captain Amit Bharadwaj
Captain Amit Bharadwaj

“Mission Accomplished” before he stopped – Anasuya Mitra

This brave son of India was from Pathankot, Punjab. He was born on February1,1978 at Namkum, in the house Capt. Janmej Singh(Rtd.) & Mrs.Pushplata. Triveni was trained in martial arts. He cleared his examination for IMA, Dehradun and he was commissioned in the army on December 3, 2001. After commissioning he joined the 5 JAKLI reputaded for its bravary & decoration in the Indian Army. Within his short work-life he lead more than six successful operation as an young officer.

On the evening of January 02, 2004 Lt. Triveni Singh found out about the fidayeen. Lt. Triveni Singh rushed to the Jammu railway station with five commandos. In a swift action he killed the first militant and followed the other who was firing from the overhead rail bridge. Lt.Triveni Singh knew that the hidden militant was equipped with lethal weapons and could kill over 300 passengers who were in the parcel room. To save the innocent people, he grabbed the miilitant and injured him self fatally. His body was found 6 inches away from the last terrorist that he killed.

Captain Singh(Father of Lt Triveni SIngh) was surfing channels on television when reports of a terrorist attack on the Jammu railway station were aired. The station was filled with hundreds of people and security personnel. Janmej Singh continued to watch television channel Aaj Tak’s report on the operation undertaken first by the police and then by the paramilitary forces to take out the two, heavily-armed Lashkar-e-Tayiba terrorists.

“After a while, I noticed a headline scrolling at the bottom of the screen,” he recalls. It said an army officer had been killed in the operation. “Then they put out a flash naming the officer; it was my son, Lieutenant Triveni Singh.”

Captain Singh immediately called his son’s unit, the 5 Jammu and Kashmir Light Infantry. “The officer at the other end said Triveni was all right. But I insisted on speaking to his superior. The media does not lie, I said,” he recalls. When he was told the unit’s superior officers were at the railway station, Captain Singh immediately decided to leave for Jammu. As January 3 quietly slipped in, the family reached Jammu, their minds filled with uncertainty. When they met Triveni Singh’s unit, they were told of how their son’s heroism had saved many lives. Then, they saw their only son’s body.

He was adjutant of his unit and was in the room adjoining the commanding officer’s office when information about the terrorist attack came in. The commanding officer asked Triveni to alert the officers and the soldiers on duty at the barracks to move to the Jammu railway station. Triveni believed this would delay the operation. He suggested, instead, that he be allowed to lead the Quick Reaction Team to tackle the terrorists.

As the team neared the railway station, Triveni was told the terrorists were firing indiscriminately. Seven lives — including that a policeman, two BSF jawans, one railway policeman and two civilians — had already been lost. Several others were injured.

In order to save time, he asked his driver to race the jeep across the railway tracks towards the captive station. Triveni, who was leading his men from the front, succeeding in eliminating the first terrorist. He targeted the second one, who lobbed a grenade at him. According to army records, Triveni shot dead the second terrorist despite sustaining serious injuries in the grenade attack. The young officer then reported to the general officer commanding his division. “Mission accomplished,” he said, before collapsing.

“Let every mother give birth to children like Triveni who refuse to abandon their guns and run away from the battlefield even if their decision costs them their life,” says his proud mother, even as the tears well in her eyes.
The nation expressed her gratitude to her brave heart by awarding him with the Asoke Chakra, the highest gallantry award. Captain Janmej Singh received the award on behalf of his son.Lt. Triveni Singh