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<font color=blue><b><i>Just arrive this morning from India-PakistanBorder(June72) from Amritsar ( Golden City of Sikh - met in the other travellogue ) . Very adventours journey all the way from New Delhi to Amritsar by Train. Can not be forgetten it's stuck in mind how the Last Train to Amritsar full load of Indian's Army in the coach. They are on duty to the Indian-Pakistan Border. Before, the coach is peace, the small kids happily move around , moms and dads chit chat ..... sometimes smile and laugh.
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Suddenly, the peace atmosphere change into the havoc situation....kids crying here and there. " Move !!,
We have a duty to fulfil "......One Indian's Officer shouting. Army is full every where...the only things that I can see is Green, green, green uniform.
<BR> Coming down from train, realise how nice the life if free from havoc,independance and peace. At the train terminal inspecting my pack.....my First Aid's kit...whatever
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inside there all become one, nice work.....Pain killer, morphine, wound dressing,cotton butt and injection kit jumble up...almost can not utilise anymore....good work Indian's Army...your ass is very light, like cotton that why you sit on my poor pack....do it again if you got the chance.</font>
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<font color=olive><b><i>This is all part and parcel to become</font><fontcolor=red><b><i>TheRea
l Back packer Treveller.</font><font color=olive><b><i>If the small hurdle can't cross over, better stay at home, sit nicely under mother's chin.The deeper we go the the harder we face. Calm down and shake nicely until you customise with the Tengo</font>
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