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Line Of Control (2001)

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Acknowledgements

  ONE - Washington, D.C. Wednesday, 5:56 A.M.

  TWO - Srinagar, India Wednesday, 3:51 P.M.

  THREE - Washington, D.C. Wednesday, 6:32 A.M.

  FOUR - Kargil, Kashmir Wednesday, 4:11 P.M.

  FIVE - Washington, D.C. Wednesday, 7:00 A.M.

  SIX - Srinagar, India Wednesday, 4:22 P.M.

  SEVEN - Washington, D.C. Wednesday, 7:10 A.M.

  EIGHT - Srinagar, India Wednesday, 4:41 P.M.

  NINE - Srinagar, India Wednesday, 4:55 P.M.

  TEN - Siachin Base 3, Kashmir Wednesday, 5:42 P.M.

  ELEVEN - Washington, D.C. Wednesday, 8:21 A.M.

  TWELVE - C-130 Cabin Wednesday, 10:13 A.M.

  THIRTEEN - Srinagar, Kashmir Wednesday, 6:59 P.M.

  FOURTEEN - Kargil, Kashmir Wednesday, 7:00 P.M.

  FIFTEEN - Washington, D.C. Wednesday, 10:51 A.M.

  SIXTEEN - Siachin Base 2E, Kashmir Wednesday, 9:02 P.M.

  SEVENTEEN - Srinagar, Kashmir Wednesday, 10:00 P.M.

  EIGHTEEN - Alconbury, Great Britain Wednesday, 7:10 P.M.

  NINETEEN - Kargil, Kashmir Thursday, 6:45 A.M.

  TWENTY - Washington, D.C. Wednesday, 8:17 P.M.

  TWENTY-ONE - Siachin Base 2E, Kashmir Thursday, 7:01 A.M.

  TWENTY-TWO - Washington, D.C. Wednesday, 9:36 P.M.

  TWENTY-THREE - Kargil, Kashmir Thursday, 7:43 A.M.

  TWENTY-FOUR - Siachin Base 3, Kashmir Thursday, 9:16 A.M.

  TWENTY-FIVE - Washington, D.C. Wednesday, 11:45 P.M.

  TWENTY-SIX - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 1:12 A.M.

  TWENTY-SEVEN - Kargil, Kashmir Thursday, 12:01 P.M.

  TWENTY-EIGHT - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 4:02 A.M.

  TWENTY-NINE - New Delhi, India Thursday, 2:06 P.M.

  THIRTY - Ankara, Turkey Thursday, 11:47 A.M.

  THIRTY-ONE - Jaudar, Kashmir Thursday, 3:33 P.M.

  THIRTY-TWO - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 6:25 A.M.

  THIRTY-THREE - Mt. Kanzalwan Thursday, 4:16 P.M.

  THIRTY-FOUR - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 6:51 A.M.

  THIRTY-FIVE - The Great Himalaya Range Thursday, 4:19 P.M.

  THIRTY-SIX - The Great Himalaya Range Thursday, 4:42 P.M.

  THIRTY-SEVEN - The Great Himalaya Range Thursday, 4:46 P.M.

  THIRTY-EIGHT - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 7:24 A.M.

  THIRTY-NINE - The Mangala Valley Thursday, 5:30 P.M.

  FORTY - The Great Himalaya Range Thursday, 5:41 P.M.

  FORTY-ONE - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 8:30 A.M.

  FORTY-TWO - The Great Himalaya Range Thursday, 6:42 P.M.

  FORTY-THREE - The Great Himalaya Range Thursday, 6:57 P.M.

  FORTY-FOUR - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 10:30 A.M.

  FORTY-FIVE - The Siachin Glacier Thursday, 9:11 P.M.

  FORTY-SIX - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 12:00 P.M.

  FORTY-SEVEN - The Siachin Glacier Thursday, 10:57 P.M.

  FORTY-EIGHT - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 1:28 P.M.

  FORTY-NINE - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 1:36 P.M.

  FIFTY - The Siachin Glacier Thursday, 11:40 P.M.

  FIFTY-ONE - The Himachal Peaks Thursday, 11:41 P.M.

  FIFTY-TWO - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 12:00 A.M.

  FIFTY-THREE - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 12:53 A.M.

  FIFTY-FOUR - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 12:55 A.M.

  FIFTY-FIVE - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 4:30 P.M.

  FIFTY-SIX - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 2:07 A.M.

  FIFTY-SEVEN - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 5:00 P.M.

  FIFTY-EIGHT - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 2:35 A.M.

  FIFTY-NINE - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 2:42 A.M.

  SIXTY - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 2:51 A.M.

  SIXTY-ONE - Siachin Base 3, Kashmir Friday, 3:22 A.M.

  SIXTY-TWO - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 3:23 A.M.

  SIXTY-THREE - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 3:25 A.M.

  SIXTY-FOUR - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 3:27 A.M.

  SIXTY-FIVE - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 6:21 P.M.

  SIXTY-SIX - Washington, D.C. Thursday, 6:24 P.M.

  SIXTY-SEVEN - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 4:00 A.M.

  SIXTY-EIGHT - The Siachin Glacier Friday, 4:07 A.M.

  SIXTY-NINE - The Himachal Peaks Friday, 4:12 A.M.

  SEVENTY - Washington, D.C. Tuesday, 7:10 A.M.

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  PROLOGUE

  Siachin Base 3, Kashmir Wednesday, 5:42 A.M.

  Major Dev Puri could not sleep. He had not yet gotten used to the flimsy cots the Indian army used in the field. Or the thin air in the mountains. Or the quiet. Outside his former barracks in Udhampur there were always the sounds of trucks and automobiles, of soldiers and activity. Here, the quiet reminded him of a hospital. Or a morgue.

  Instead, he put on his olive green uniform and red turban. Puri left his tent and walked over to the front-line trenches. There, he looked out as the rich morning sun rose behind him. He watched as a brilliant orange glow crept through the valley and settled slowly across the flat, deserted demilitarized zone. It was the flimsiest of barriers in the most dangerous place on earth.

  Here in the Himalayan foothills of Kashmir, human life was always in jeopardy. It was routinely threatened by the extreme weather conditions and rugged terrain. In the warmer, lower elevations it was at risk whenever one failed to spot a lethal king cobra or naja naja, the Indian cobra, hiding in the underbrush. It was endangered whenever one was an instant too late swatting a disease-carrying mosquito or venomous brown widow spider in time. Life was in even greater peril a few miles to the north, on the brutal Siachin Glacier. There was barely enough air to support life on the steep, blinding-white hills. Avalanches and subzero temperatures were a daily danger to foot patrols.

  Yet the natural hazards were not what made this the most dangerous spot on the planet. All of those dangers were nothing compared to how humans threatened each other here. Those threats were not dependent on the time of day or the season of the year. They were constant, every minute of every hour of every day for nearly the past sixty years.

  Puri stood on an aluminum ladder in a trench with corrugated tin walls. Directly in front of him were five-foot-high sandbags protected by razor wire strung tightly above them from iron posts. To the right, about thirty feet away, was a small sentry post, a wooden shelter erected behind the sandbags. There was hemp netting on top with camouflage greenery overhead. To the right, forty feet away, was another watch post.

  One hundred and twenty yards in front of him, due west, was a nearly identical Pakistan trench.

  With deliberate slowness, the officer removed a pouch of ghutka, chewable tobacco, from his pants pocket. Sudden moves were discouraged out here where they might be noticed and misinterpreted as reaching for a weapon. He unfolded the packet and pushed a small wad in his cheek. Soldiers were encouraged not to smoke, since a lighted cigarette could give away the position of a scout or patrol.

  As Puri chewed the tobacco he watched squadrons of black flies begin their own morning patrol. They were searching for fecal matter left by red squirrels, goatlike markhors, and other herbivores that woke and fed before dawn. It was early winter now. Puri had heard that in the summer the insects were so thick they seemed like clouds of smoke drifting low over the rocks and scrub.

  The major wondered if he would be alive to see them. During some weeks thousands of men on both sides were killed. That was inevitable with more than one million fanatic soldiers facing one another across an extremely narrow, two-hundred-mile-long "line of control." Major Puri could see some of those soldiers now, across the sandy stretch between the trenches. Their mouths were covered with black muslin scarves to protect them against the westward-blowing winds. But the eyes in their wind-burned faces blazed with hatred that had been sparked back in the eighth century. That was when Hindus and Muslims first clashed in this region. The ancient farmers and merchants took up arms and fought about trade routes, land and water rights, and ideology. The struggle became even more fierce in 1947 when Great Britain abandoned its empire on the subcontinent. The British gave the rival Hindus and Muslims the nations of India and Pakistan to call their own. That partition also gave India control over the Muslim-dominated region of Kashmir. Since that time the Pakistans have regarded the Indians as an occupying force in Kashmir. Warfare has been almost constant as the two sides struggled over what became the symbolic heart of the conflict.

  And I am in the heart of the heart, Puri thought.

  Base 3 was a potential flashpoint, the fortified zo
ne nearest both Pakistan and China. It was ironic, the career soldier told himself. This "heart" looked exactly like Dabhoi, the small town where he had grown up at the foot of the Satpura Range in central India. Dabhoi had no real value except to the natives, who were mostly tradesmen, and to those trying to get to the city of Broach on the Bay of Cambay. That was where they could buy fish cheap. It was disturbing how hate rather than cooperation made one place more valuable than another. Instead of trying to expand what they had in common they were trying to destroy what was uncommon.

  The officer stared out at the cease-fire zone. Lining the sandbags were orange binoculars mounted on small iron poles. That was the only thing the Indians and Pakistans had ever agreed on: coloring the binoculars so they would not be mistaken for guns. But Puri did not need them here. The brilliant sun was rising behind him. He could clearly see the dark faces of the Pakistans behind their cinderblock barricades. The faces looked just like Indian faces except that they were on the wrong side of the line of control.

  Puri made a point of breathing evenly. The line of control was a strip of land so narrow in places that cold breath was visible from sentries on both sides. And being visible, the puffs of breath could tell guards on either side if their counterparts were anxious and breathing rapidly or asleep and breathing slowly. There, a wrong word whispered to a fellow soldier and overheard by the other side could break the fragile truce. A hammer hitting a nail had to be muffled with cloth lest it be mistaken for a gunshot and trigger return rifle fire, then artillery, then nuclear weapons. That exchange could happen so fast that the heavily barricaded bases would be vaporized even before the echoes of the first guns had died in the towering mountain passageways.

 

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