SOME PAGES OF MY LIFE.

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Some Pages Of My Life:

 

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    Every human being gets life once in the 

world. That human life is like a book and every book has some pages that are very important. Which can never be forgotten but from time to time their importance in life is remembered and man is compelled to mention them.

    Today I am going to open the book of my own life and tell you about some of the pages in it that I will never forget and that page contains the most precious moments of my life.

    In fact, I am an Army Person and have spent a few years of my life in this service. I joined the Pakistan Army in 1997 and went to Karachi for Training. I finished my Training with full vigor and enthusiasm and passed out. On the day I was passed out, I was happy that today I am still a young man in my army who lives ready all the time to protect the borders of my country.

My First Posting Unit:

    Then, like all the other boys, my posting will be in one unit. This was my first posting after training where I was sent to perform my services. My performance in all the activities of the unit was very good and I used to do everything with enthusiasm. 

    As time went on, my posting continued from one unit to another, from second to third, and from third to fourth. And I kept getting better and better, physically strong and neurologically perfect. 

    Every coming day was full of adventure for me. And I endured the hardships of the army and transformed myself into a strong man.

Because I always found good and trained teachers who cared for us even more. But they were not lenient in terms of training.

But we didn't care much about their toughness because they worked hard for our betterment and we were preparing ourselves for the big battle that would befall us. I was more active and maybe even more sensitive than any of my training friends.

Love to write poetry:

    Maybe the reason I was sensitive was because I was interested in poetry. And very soon, inspired by anything like that, he would write poetry on it.
    I also wrote poetry during my service in the army . Sometimes in my spare time I used to entertain my friends with my poetry.  In fact, my friends are my strengths because we lived together day and night, we felt each other, we tolerated each other and there were many things between us that we shared each other's sorrows. During my five years of service in the Army, I wrote two books of poetry. So even today I have the memories of my army safe.

Special Service Group: (SSG)

    I was in Bahawalpur unit when SSG selection came and I applied for it. After passing all the exams, I got a call about three and a half months later. This was the time I was preparing myself . I came home on a two-month vacation . 
    Then one day I got a call from my friend that your holidays have been canceled. You got a call from SSG. Report to your unit as soon as possible. It was a moment in my life for me.
    For which I prepared myself at every moment. As soon as I reported in my unit, I was ordered to get immediate medical treatment from my seniors. In short, I was sent to Charat for his SSG training. 

Start To SSG Training:

    When Instructors, I mean our teacher, came in front of us on the first night, fear filled our hearts. Everyone could see the terror on their faces. Like they're going to kill us. Then, after a short lecture, suddenly the voice of wessel came And our training will begin.
    On the first day we had 6,000 young men from the entire army on the ground. We would start running every day at 4'O clock in the morning and get up in the evening 7'O clock. Our training was very tough. So we had no news of the world while fielding.

    But life was fun. That we are being prepared for a purposeful work. This is the dream and life of Army person. Within the first month of training started to feel pain in my left knee due to an injury. That day I realized how much love and affection our teachers have for us after the time of training and to treat us with great respect. 

    As time went on, we became stronger physically and mentally than ever before.
Then one day, after three and a half months, the pain of my knee increased and I began to suffer terribly. 
    Eventually that intensity of my pain brought me back to zero. And then it was decided that I should be dismissed from my training course. That was the end this lesson of my life.