IDHAR UDHAR KI BAAT 70- PATTERNS IN COMBAT Brig PS Gothra (Retd)

“Dadu, you were really stupid,” said my eight-year-old granddaughter, her head nestled snugly in my armpit. Now, I’m used to hearing that kind of thing from my wife. But coming from my sweet little angel? That was unexpected. “Why do you say that, darling?” I asked, summoning all my courage. “Well, you said you had a narrow escape when terrorists fired at you while you were traveling on the boat. How often were you on that boat?” “Almost daily,” I admitted. She lifted her head and gave me a look that only a eight-year-old armed with logic and sass can muster. “So, you made your moves predictable! That’s just asking the terrorists to attack you. Honestly, Dadu, not very smart.” I swallowed hard. “Uh… well, it was my job.” “And you said you killed two terrorists when they attacked you while you were moving on vehicles. Where were you going?” she pressed. “To return a movie cassette,” I replied hesitantly, realizing too late where this was going. She raised her eyebr...