My war memories (Grandfather from Shabanu)

I remember a long time ago when I was fighting for Pakistan in the war of Cholistan against The Hindu Raja of Bikaner from India. It was a tough war, not just because of the opponent, but because of the weather and the geography because in the desert it is really hot and tempting to get water after a long day in battle. My favorite camel Kalu and I were fighting against a soldier from India. It was that very soldier who left that huge scar on my hip by stabbing me with his sharp sword. It may have hurt very much, but I didn’t give up the battle, So I tried hitting him back with my sword. I didn’t end up killing him until his camel fell of a big sand dune, which caused him to fall and he lost his grip on his sword. Then Kalu lead me to one of my fellow soldiers who was cornered by other Indians. Fortunately The Indians didn’t see me creeping up on them and I slaughtered 3 out of 5 while the other Pakistani killed the other 2. Eventually we won the Cholistan war and the desert belongs to Pakistan like it should.