"Heh heh, Captain Agarwal could have retreated and survived. After all, we already had the upper hand against the Mughals, but he chose to stay behind, draw the enemy's attention, and save our squadron. In the end, we won the war the very next week anyway. His death made almost no contribution to the victory, but because of him, we survived."
The kind old man patted the back of a young boy dressed in a military uniform. "Little Adi, the uniform you're wearing carries great responsibility and burden." The old man gently smoothed the fabric with his wrinkled hands and corrected the collar. "So once you wear this uniform, even if you feel helpless, even if you feel like you do not matter, you must move forward with determination. You must do the best you can, just like my captain did, because that is what a soldier does, his best."
