Fighting from the front line is considered to be bravest of all, they say. Fight and you will be rewarded. Honoured the most, if you make it out alive. But, medals in exchange for your life?
Will you hold your gun and march in the front line for some recognition and a raise in salary knowing that there'll be bullets like rain? A single hit can be fatal, blowing out your brain or making you limp for the rest of your life.
This war thing doesn't make sense to me. To me, neither of the party wins but the pride and ego— everything falls apart; family, relationship, life. Yet, we engage in war, and kill each other for survival; like in old times.
And in return?
A big round of applause when we come back home alive or the grand salute in silence while our bodies are inside the coffin wrapped in the flag.
A slap in the face of humanity.
While it's all over for the fallen, a new era of suffering starts for the people and families left behind. Yet, we engage in war.
Cause war means business.
Billion-dollar business. And we are just another pawn of this war game— undergoing all the suffering while they smell the green bills.
The Real Frontiers; Making Our Journey More Pleasant
Keeping the war aside— I am a big fan of the front lines of any journey; either it's a bus or car. Nothing beats the thrill it brings to me seeing the machine breaking through the air and crowd. Observing every move of the driver from the front seat keeps the pulse pushing through my nerve cells. How masterfully the driver navigates the steering wheel at 100kmph or so makes me feel more alive.
During my latest journey to the capital city, I was wondering what if I am at war and fighting from the front line. Would I survive the 5 hours-long fightings equivalent to the distance covered on the bus? Some sort of inappropriate comparison, still, imagining the vehicles coming from the other direction as enemies made me feel thrilled.
Now, in an actual scenario, the infantry units fighting in the front line would be backed and aided by a heavy artillery division to break through the enemy line. Heavy guns, tanks, and even there could be air support creating panic among the enemies.
Considering the bus journey, in this metaphorically plotted war scene, I am not equipped with anything like that. No safety gears, no secret codes, and our commander is rushing towards the enemies with a leg on the accelerator and another ready to be pushed on brake.
But the biggest weapon this imaginary unit has is the hydraulic horn mounted on the front like a .50-mounted armoured vehicle. And trust me, when the driver hits the horn, nobody wants to face it.
Quite an effective weapon he has.
What if the bus aka our war finally faces the enemy from a close distance— collides with others? Will I survive it?
The chances are futile as I don't have any gears to protect myself.
Medals? There will be any?
Not a chance.
Still, I love joining this war every time I hop on any bus or car. Sometimes you gotta live for the moment, the rest can wait.
I have a very funny experience regarding this "front-liners" topic.
You remember when the covid vaccine first came out? How most people were almost fighting to get ahead in line...applying all sorts of "jacks" and stuff?
As a Doctor I was entitled to receive the vaccine first. But the crowd that day was insane so I just had to wait my turn. And then about 15-20 mins later a few people started screaming at the top of their voices, shouting at the people controlling the queue - "We Are journalists, we are the frontliners. We should get the vaccine before anyone in the country."
Those horrible days ... I just don't want to remember anything. It ruined many of us and personally, I know a man loosing his fortune and now leading a miserable life.
Doctors, journalists, police, even the guardian of the house who went outside for buying daily groceries for the family; all were the front liners. But given the necessity and severeness, you doctors were most suited for first phase of vaccination, I believe. Treating people with the risk of deadly infection, this needs some sort of guts of steel, you deserved it, indeed.
Man!!! you have a brave heart, I would say!
Once, I was "lucky" enough to ensure a front seat in Dhaka-Cox's Bazar tour. And that was one of the worst nights of my life! I literally can't dose off for one sec and dried up my mouth by reciting ayatul kursi for the whole journey. I actually promised that night if I can survive this time, won't come ever again to cox's but broke that after 3 years when you guys made the plan :3
Front seats are exclusive and only for heartless souls :p
I regretted not being able to secure the front seat during that Cox's tour but luckily, the seat was unsold and could enjoy the view without disruption. However, I think you would be delighted to enjoy the raindrops breaking against that big windshield while crusing through the downhills. It was a sight to behold, but you guys were asleep as I can remember. Don't ever miss such opportunity on any of your trip in the future, live for the moment I said.
Ayee!! It sounds so alluring!! Still I fear the most when they overtake buses holding 100 mile speed. My heart just skip beating in those moments.
Sigh! Poor us!
I'll try my best bro 💙
And hearing your experience I stepped back from claiming the front seats Shakib bhai was offering, Nyn and Rezwan bro took them.
I Like you! I'm sticking around for sure. You're my kind of human :)
Hooray I found you. 👏
I just browsed through your posts and looks like you have stories to tell, like me; many of us. I am equally excited to meet you and looking forward to read more of your stories in the coming days. Here's to our friendship 🍻💪
Ditto, my friend.
You see things very clearly and you are BRAVE!
Love it. I'll be around to read you for sure! ❤️
And again... one of my favourite humans. KR.
I'm in ❤️
Darling.... I'm almost 52. I saw the first Matrix on the big screen!
Experience is speaking for itself. Keep them coming ma'am. 💪
Ditto, my dear human.
United we stand and all that good stuff :D
I don't know if I would ever want to sit on the seat the black shirt guy is sitting in. But yeah, I would be tempted to seat if the view is like the one I enjoyed once. Attached below.