1971 war a Story of GD pilot

In 1971 I got commissioned in Bangladesh air force as GD pilot at the age of 19.

On the fateful night of 25th March, 1971, the Pakistan army came out from the cantonment with fury to teach the Bangalees a lesson of their lifetime that they will never forget.

We know that “Mother and Motherland are superior to heaven. Patriotism inspired us to shed the last drop of blood to defend the freedom of our country. A man without this quality is no better than a beast.

I and my friend went to India after training few months for preparing air fight against Pakistani military. Then we back to our country with a fighter model, F-16.

In Shylet sector commander said that they are in heavy war .they couldn’t defeat because Pakistani military positioning in the banker. For that reason it was very difficult to defeat them. They want me to join in air strick. So I and my friend fly our fighter F-16 to the war zone.

When we arrived there first we circle in the sky above them to identify the Bangladeshi army position and the Pakistani banker. Then on second circle we drive 400 ft to 250 ft and we dropped three cluster bomb on the banker by terms. Later we fire our gun to Pakistani army. Then we head back to our air base.

Next day I heard that Bangladesh army able to capture the Pakistani military because when we dropped the bomb on them. Around 40 to 63 Pakistani army died and some of them injured on that spot. Those who survived they surrender to our Bangladesh army.

The great contribution of Bangladesh air force was not only that war but many war zones.

After nine months of war on 16^th December we finally independent our Bangladesh.

 The blood red color of the national flag bears testimony of our bloodshed struggle. The flag symbioses the green field as well as the rising sun. We also look upon it as a mark of our devotion to the noble cause of sacrificing our life for its safeguard.

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.