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I went with my flight engineer to where the passengers were being screened and announced, that all passengers who have an urgent commitment like a marriage or a birth of a child in the family or have had an unfortunate demise in the family will be given priority so they may step to one side (I was cautioned by my crew member that they might be lying, so I smiled and said, I can\u2019t afford to leave even one person with such an urgent requirement here under any circumstances. The rest can wait for another aircraft) about 20 army men stepped one side with one or another of these urgent requirements.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My crew and I had a quick cup of tea trying vainly to warm our hands, while we calculated our backload and fuel etc. We did a detailed briefing of the weather and other important information to be kept in mind in the valley. Then I asked my crew to proceed to the aircraft, while I sauntered around the aircraft to check the aircraft exterior vitals. I noticed my Co-pilot having a discussion with very archaic-looking DSC jawan. After finishing my external checks I reached my co-pilot, and by then the copilot had informed the jawan he couldn\u2019t board any more. I stepped in and asked the co-pilot what was the issue, he explained that we were approaching the limit of our take-off weight and we could not possibly take any more passengers. I nodded my head and asked him to go and prepare to start the aircraft while I deal with the passenger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
DSC jawans are army jawans, who join up from various regiments after completing their service with their parent arm and are deployed all over the country. They are disciplined and lead a ruthlessly tough life. I looked at him, he must\u2019ve been approaching the end of his engagement with the services soon, and he looked haggard. He was wearing a thin jersey on his uniform, extremely inadequate for the cold weather we were facing. I asked him \u2018kahaan jana hai aapko?<\/strong>\u2019. He looked up with a glimmer of hope and said \u2018Sonipat<\/strong>\u2019. I said \u2018Aap normal chutti peja rahe ho?<\/strong>\u2019. This time he met my gaze steadily and said \u2018Beti ki shadi hai parso sir!<\/strong>\u2019 then bending down he opened his green duffel bag revealing currency notes. Continuing he said \u2018Yeh Paanch lakh hai sir, dahej ki rakam<\/strong>\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at him speechlessly, I just knew in my heart he HAD<\/strong> to reach Sonipat in time for his daughter\u2019s wedding. My crew and I had to facilitate it. I held his shoulders and told him \u2018Aap is jahaz me jaoge<\/strong>\u2019, and I saw relief flooding into his eyes. I briefed my flight engineer that he had to be seated in the last seat and he must keep a sharp eye on his duffel bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I briefed my crew about the extra passenger and planned to warm up the engines for a little longer duration on the ground, to ensure we don\u2019t take off with extra weight. The return trip to Chandigarh was normal except for a few bumps due to weather. I did enquire about our DSC jawan out at the back about halfway, he was fast asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As we were descending into Chandigarh the, we heard the Assam courier asked for taxi for Delhi. It was a god-given opportunity for the DSC jawan to reach closer to home. I looked around at my crew, wondered in my head whether the crew of giant IL-76 would agree or not. I decided for the sake of the DSC Jawan I must try. So I pressed the PTT (press to transmit switch) and said \u2018Air Force 441 Request accommodate a VIP passenger onboard Sabji courier to Delhi please<\/strong>\u2019. By then I could see the lumbering IL taxi out of its bay in the dispersal. \u2018Send as many as you can<\/strong>\u2019 was the Suave response as the IL came to a halt. I wanted to cheer wildly, but Aviate first<\/strong> is the dictum. So I thanked him and landed, taxied close to the IL. Offloaded all the passengers who needed to head on further south.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From the window, I could see the DSC Jawan weighed down by his duffel bag, walk slowly towards the giant IL-76 moving away from the Sabji courier. ..<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jai Hind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Post courtesy: https:\/\/scepticnow.wordpress.com<\/p>\n\n\n\n During the summer, one of the key tasks of the Indian Army is to stock up its high-altitude border posts with tents, clothing, food, ammunition and fuel for the harsh winter ahead. The heavy stocks are moved by roads while essential and high-value assets are mobilised by air. This is the just first step. Subsequently, all supplies are moved to forward bases through tough terrain with the help of locals, mules or aircraft. A soldier at these outposts is fighting three elements – the enemy, the weather and his own health. The cost of keeping each soldier at those altitudes, equipping him, feeding him and providing him with wherewith all for fighting is humongous and require Herculean effort. The story highlights the human side of the problem. <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/vayuacademy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/IL-76-1.png\")