Pain. It transcends all forms of feeling. No man can resist the compelling force of pain. Children give in to their parents when they get spanked. Men willingly give up their dignity when tortured. Here, at the back of the truck, one man is set to disprove this.
They say in war, there is no “I”. Here, two men scramble to save a life. All their training is being tried and tested here as their comrade soldier has been severely wounded at the abdomen. In this morbid atmosphere, the line between life and death is being treaded on. His wife, children perhaps will have to do with one less person in the house.
As the two soldiers frantically press his wound down to stop the blood, the injured soldier is wincing in pain. This black and white picture clearly describes the solemn situation. How sad that a soldier often bleeds but the country gets all the praise. But pain, being the compelling force it is, is a doubled-edged sword. Man either gives in to it or is strengthened by it. In our greatest times of desperation, we ponder most about our life and what we are doing.
But the fighting is still going on. This man has a contorted face; a clenched stomach. Everything just seems so bleak. Everything seemed so clear to him-the individual screams behind him, the searing pain, the vivid red, the flustering men beside him;
So confused, so worried- would this pain ever go away? Would he ever see his wife again?
