The night was shrouded in pitch black darkness.
Even the moon lay hidden under the cloudy blankets.
As, on one side of the steep and craggy mountain,
A small platoon of armed soldiers steadily ascended.

The post near the mountain pass lay ahead,
And from the infiltrators, it needed to be protected.
The soldiers advanced under the cover of camouflage,
And they battled the elements with each and every step.

As they neared the post, all hell broke loose.
Bullets zipped in the darkness towards the troops.
In return, they took aim and shot back at the enemy.
With courage, bravery, and strength, they retaliated forcefully.

They bothered not whether they were shot or bled.
The only way was forward, and that’s how they stepped.
Like a pride of lions, they roared and charged,
And with their might, they tore the enemy apart.

The rising Sun at dawn saw their flag fluttering high.
The post was safe, and the infiltrators slain at night.
The newspapers were flooded with the good news,
And, the leaders awarded prestigious medals to the troops.

And, when asked about the experience, all that they said
Was that it was possible due to the promise they’d made
The promise, to safeguard and protect their motherland,
Was stronger than the enemy and the highest mountains.