Can you see it now? Read it. 'WHEN YOU GO HOME, TELL THEM OF US AND SAY, FOR THEIR TOMORROW, WE GAVE OUR TO-DAY' You have read it? How do you feel about it? See the last part again ...... For their "TOMORROW', We gave our 'TO-DAY'. Isn't it touch- ing? Doesn't it go deep into your heart ? Why, why are you so quiet? Come, let us go in and see the graves. Come, See you the graves with white stones? Aren't they beautiful ? They are so orderly. For merly, there used to be Crosses here, but they are replaced now.
Now, listen. These are the graves of the fighters. You know, in the last great war, hundreds and thousands youths left their homes, came out and jumped into the battle-field with no hesitation. Just think, they fought in their youth, the best part of the life. Can you estimate the sacrifice ? They fought and never returned. Only a few came back home. Thousands of the young people fell dead and were buried. Some in sea, some on land, far, far away from their homes, from their mothers. Those, that fell in the grip of Air-crash, turned to ashes and couldn't be buried. Because, none could say, who it was, or it was a human body at all. They were just ashes. You see, they fought and left, with no trace behind them apparently. Many were killed in the field and were left unburied, as there was none to bury. So these men just fought and fell and remained there. Do you ever think of these soldiers, who died fighting for you? You seem to be very silent. Now, you see, this great war wasn't confined to one country alone. Almost all the nations got involved in it. It spread like the fire in the wind. So the situation demanded that the soldiers should be found everywhere in their thousands. Indeed, they were found fight- ing everywhere. They were killed, but didn't die. Don't be surprised, I mean it. Really they didn't die. This Kohima couldn't remain free from all this. There was a fight here too.
Let us go nearer to these graves. Look at them more closely. These are some of the heroes that took parts in the fight, I mean in the struggle; struggle to save you and me Bullets went riglit through their hearts, but couldn't kill it. Limbs were blown off, but they continued to work. Bodies were crushed to pulps, but, made no difference. Blood ran out ingush, but they didn't go pale.
They were killed and were buried here, but did they die ? No, they did not. Their hearts continue to beat. Lips continue to quiver, an effort to say something. Look, they smile !