Gallantry
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The soldier was receiving the gallantry award.
In his mind was not
How many enemies he had killed
How bravely he had fought the war
How greatly he defended his country
The heaping praises
The glittering medal
But…
The reassuring happiness
Of having come out of it
Alive!
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