Story in 1971 Libration war of bangladesh

I was 17 years of age when the war was declared, All curtains had to be tightly drawn so that no light would show and street lighting was mainly non-existent. All vehicles had to have heavily masked headlights. Most of the citizens leave this city gone to India. My parents and I stayed our grandfather house in old city Dhaka

Pakistani army took a camp near our road. And take a check post. Every day who passes by had to check head to toe, Even   girl could not escape from this situation. They often killed without any reason. We could hear the cry far from that place. They raid every house searching for any young.  So I had joined in the “ Mokti Baheni “and free against from ruthless enemies.

Two and a half weeks later, after finishing our training we regroup with our captain. We had ten hours to organize ourselves for operation to rescue our school. Three hours before our departure we were given our only briefing and finally learned of our mission:  was to enter on foot, clean the area of Pakistani army and destroy the camp center located in school at the end of the town. Our intelligence had informed us that we should expect to encounter between 30 and 40 Pakistani army.  We were fully prepared to die in battle.
At the end of the briefing faces were stern and grim at the prospect of battle.
When we arrived in the town, our division split into three units, one unit to take the left side of the town, one to take the right, and the last to remain behind as back up. As I reached the roof, armed with my heavy machine gun, I was joined by sharp shooters, and we unleashed heavy fire on school. Therefore about 30 people Pakistani army died during the night.
In the morning we fly our green red flag.  Many of us died in battle. Each successful operation our dream becomes stronger. At last 16 December in 1971 when Pakistani army surrenders we rejoice and came to our home.