As of now, India has five versions of Agni missiles in service plus one Technology Demonstrator program and two other versions in development. As interesting as it sounds, it is also a bit confusing to keep track of. This article contains information collected from press releases, interviews and other open sources about different versions of Agni missile.  There is a quite a  bit of misleading information and a lot of missing pieces which make writing any article like this a challenging proposition. I’ve gone through dozens if not hundreds of articles, interviews and official websites to collect the information presented here and believe that most of it is as accurate as Indian establishment wants it to be. If there are any inaccuracies, please feel free to point them out.

1. AGNI – Technology Demonstrator 

Agni Technology Demonstrator missile

Agni Technology Demonstrator

  • NAME                 : AGNI – TD
  • RANGE (km)      : 1500 km
  • PAYLOAD (kg)   : 1000 kg
  • WEIGHT (kg)      : 19000 kg
  • HEIGHT (m)        : 21 m
  • DIAMETER (m)  : 1 m
  • SPEED (km/s)    : Unknown
  • STAGES               : Two. First Stage solid (from SLV-3), Second stage liquid (Prithvi 2nd stage)
  • APOGEE (km)     : 300 km
  • LAUNCHER         : Road, Rail
  • OPERATIONAL  : No. Technology Demonstrator
  1. 5 May 1989. – Success. Apogee: 300 km
  2. 22 May 1992.. – Failure. Apogee: 10 km
  3. 19 February 1994. -Success
USER              : None.
REMARKS: Agni -TD missile was used as a technology testbed and a technology demonstrator. It used first stage of SLV-3 space vehicle and second stage of Prithvi short-ranged ballistic missile, both liquid fueled. Both of it’s stages had be refueled before launch and thus had little practical use as a strategic deterrent. It’s development was supposedly abandoned after 3 tests.


2. AGNI – I

  • NAME                  : AGNI – 1  



  • RANGE (km)   : 700 – 800 km
  • PAYLOAD (kg)  : 1000 kg
  • WEIGHT (kg) : 12000 kg
  • HEIGHT (m)       : 15 m
  • DIAMETER (m)  : 1 m
  • SPEED (km/s)    : 2.5 km/s
  • STAGES             : 1 solid motor (10.5 m) + Re-entry vehicle (4.5 m)
  • APOGEE (km) : 300 – 500 km
  • LAUNCHER        : Road, Rail
  • OPERATIONAL  : With 334 Missile Group.
  1. 25 Jan 2002 – Success. Apogee : 300 km. 9 January 2003. Success. Apogee: 300 km MRBM test with dummy warhead.
  2. 4 July 2004 – Success. Apogee: 300 km (180 mi).
  3. 5 October 2007 – Success. Apogee: 300 km (180 mi).
  4. 24 October 2007 -Success. Apogee: 300 km
  5. 23 March 2008 – Success. Apogee: 300 km
  6. 27 March 2010 Success. Apogee: 300 km. Test launch.
  7. 25 November 2010. Success. Apogee: 300 km
  8. 1 December 2011 Success. Apogee: 300 km
  9. 13 July 2012 -Success. Apogee: 200 km. Test mission..
  10. 11 September 2014 – Nation: India. Apogee: 500 km. Training launch.
REMARKS: . Agni – 1 is supposedly Pakistan specific missile. It was developed after Agni – 2 missile to cover the range between Prithivi’s 200-300 km and Agni-2’s 2000 km range. Presumably it will have a smaller cost and small numbers in service.

3. AGNI – II

  • NAME                  : AGNI – 2

    Agni -II

    Agni -II

  • RANGE (km)   : 2000 – 2500 km
  • PAYLOAD (kg) : 1000 kg
  • WEIGHT (kg)    : 17000 kg . Includes 1000 kg payload.
  • HEIGHT (m)       : 20 m
  • DIAMETER (m)   : 1.3 m
  • SPEED (km/s)    : 3.9 km/s
  • STAGES : Two . 1 solid motor (10.5 m) + Re-entry vehicle (4.5 m)
  • APOGEE (km) : 20 – 1000 km
  • LAUNCHER          :  Road, Rail
  • OPERATIONAL  : With 334 Missile Group.
  • NAVIGATION      : RLG INS, TDOA (Time Delay Of Arrival)
  1. 25 Jan 2002 – Success. Apogee :300 km, Range 2000 km +. Rail launcher.
  2. 9 January 2003. Success. Apogee: 300 km, Range 2100 km with dummy warhead. Road launcher.
  3. 4 July 2004 – Success. Apogee: 300 km (180 mi).
  4. 5 October 2007 – Success. Apogee: 300 km (180 mi).
  5. 24 October 2007 – Success. Apogee: 300 km
  6. 23 March 2008 – Success. Apogee: 300 km
  7. 27 March 2010 Success. Apogee: 300 km.
  8. 25 November 2010. Success. Apogee: 300 km
  9. 1 December 2011 Success. Apogee: 300 km
  10. 13 July 2012 -Success. Apogee: 200 km.
  11. 11 September 2014 – Nation: India. Apogee: 500 km. Training launch 
REMARKS: Agni -2 is the first MRBM in Indian arsenal which incorporates a wide range of vital technologies like road, rail mobility, active guidance for re-entry vehicle among others. It was a vital stepping stone for Indian ballistic missile programe on it’s way to present a credible deterrence against China among other countries.It’s induction in Indian arsenal is an indication of success in creation of light weight nuclear warheads.


  • NAME                   : AGNI – 3 

    Agni 3

    Agni 3

  • RANGE (km)       : 3500-5000 km
  • PAYLOAD (kg)    : 2000-2500 kg
  • WEIGHT (kg)      : 22000 kg.
  • HEIGHT (m)        : 17 m
  • DIAMETER (m)   : 2 m
  • SPEED (km/s)     : 5.6 km/s
  • STAGES               : 2
  • APOGEE (km)      : 100-500 km
  • LAUNCHER         : Road, Rail
  • OPERATIONAL   : Since 2010.
  • AGENCY              : ASL
  1. 9 July 2006- .  Failure. : Failure.Apogee: 100 km (60 mi).
  2. 12 April 2007. Success.  Apogee: 400 km (240 mi).
  3. 7 May 2008  Success. Apogee: 350 km (210 mi).
  4. 7 February 2010  Success.  Apogee: 350 km (210 mi). Range: 3,500 km (2,100 mi).
  5. 20 September 2012  Success.Agni III RV  500 km (310 mi). Test mission.
  6. 23 December 2013  Success. 350 km (210 mi).
  7. 16 April 2015  Success. Apogee: 350 km (210 mi)
REMARKS: Agni-3 is an advanced and longer ranged IRBM successor to Agni-2 MRBM. This was the first missile in Agni series with 2 m diameter compared to 1 m and 1.3 m diameters of previous missiles. The first Agni-3 missiles wighes 50 tonnes, though it was reduced to 22 tonnes later by use of composites materials.

5. AGNI – IV 

  • NAME                  : AGNI – 4 

    Agni-IV missile


  • RANGE (km)       : 3000-4000 km
  • PAYLOAD (kg)    : 1000 kg *
  • WEIGHT (kg)      : 17000 kg.
  • HEIGHT (m)        : 20 m
  • DIAMETER (m)  : 2 m
  • SPEED (km/s)    : 5.6 km/s
  • STAGES              : 2
  • APOGEE (km)    : 500-900 km
  • LAUNCHER        : Road, Rail
  • OPERATIONAL  : Since 2010.
  1. 15 November 2011. Success. Range 3000 km +. Apogee 900 km. 800 kg payload.
  2. 19 September 2012. Success.  Range 4000 km . Apogee 800 km
  3. 20 January 2014. Success. Range 4000 km +. Apogee 850 km
  4. 2 December 2014. By SFC, Success. Range 3000 km +. Apogee 500 km
  5. 9 November 2015.
  6. 02 January 2017.
REMARKS: Agni – 4 was called Agni-2A or Agni-2 Prime for a short while and was presumably used as a test bed for a bunch of new technologies including a new navigation system and composite stages. There is no reliable open source confirming it’s exact payload capacity.
Agni-IV missile is equipped with 5th generation onboard computer and distributed architecture. It has the latest features to correct and guide itself for in-flight disturbances
The missile is reportedly equipped with state-of-the-art avionics V-12 fifth generation On-Board Computer.

6. AGNI – V

  • NAME                  : AGNI – 5 

    Agni - V missile

    Agni – V

  • RANGE (km)       : 5000-8000 km
  • PAYLOAD (kg)    : 1500 kg *
  • WEIGHT (kg)       : 17000 kg.
  • HEIGHT (m)        : 17.5 m
  • DIAMETER (m)  : 2 m
  • SPEED (km/s)    : 5.6 km/s
  • STAGES               : 3 (2nd & 3rd Stage made of composites)
  • APOGEE (km)     : 
  • LAUNCHER         : Canister. Road, Rail
  1. 19 April 2012 . Success. Apogee: 600 km.
  2. 15 September 2015. Success.
  3. 31 January 2015. Successful. Canister launch. Range 5000 km. Apogee: 500 km.
  4. 26 December 2016 . Range, 2500 km. Flight time :19 minutes.

6. AGNI – VI

Under Development

  • NAME                  : AGNI – 6
  • RANGE (km)       : More than 6000 km
  • PAYLOAD (kg)    : 
  • WEIGHT (kg)       : 
  • HEIGHT (m)        : 
  • DIAMETER (m)  : 
  • SPEED (km/s)    : 
  • STAGES               :
  • APOGEE (km)     : 
  • LAUNCHER         : Canister. Road, Rail
  • NAVIGATION     : 

6. AGNI – 1P

Under Development

  • NAME                  : AGNI – 1P
  • RANGE (km)   : 300 -700 km
  • PAYLOAD (kg) : 
  • WEIGHT (kg)   : 
  • HEIGHT (m)        : 
  • DIAMETER (m)  : 
  • SPEED (km/s)    : 
  • STAGES              : 
  • APOGEE (km) : 
  • LAUNCHER         : Canister. Road, Rail
  • NAVIGATION     :

This is a long rant, not an expert analysis. Treat it as such.

The current controversy about surgical strikes by Indian Army against Bakistanis is getting even more interesting. After Uri attacks, I wondered if India would strike back or just keep quiet like after Pathankot attacks. I had hopes that India would retaliate but we’re used so much to inaction and “log kya kahenge” syndrome in our foreign policy that I had to watch press conference by Indian DGMO twice to believe it. Predictably Bakis started their whinefest and denied it like they did with Osama, Mumbai attacks, Kargil, 1971, 1948, 1965 and numerous other incidents. But the panicked statements by un-uniformed jihadi Hafiz confirmed that attacks did happen and inflicted serious damage contrary to what the uniformed jihadis of Baki army and civilian jihadis in Baki gobarment were claiming. Then their begging bowl song and dance in UN confirmed it further.

After these attacks, the Baki nuclear bluff has been called out for what it is. The ignorant masses who can’t differentiate a Mig-29 from F-16 will keep on whining but people in relevant places now have confirmation about so called resolve of Bakis about the nuclear threshold. If they escalate the situation by firing on border or more terrorist attacks elsewhere, they will always do so with the knowledge that India will counter-attack and probably disproportionately. On this occasion, certain launchpads and related terrorist infrastructure has been destroyed which according to an educated guess killed a number of terrorists waiting to infiltrate in to India, their handlers who probably hold mid-level ranks and a significant number of Baki armed forces personnel guarding the places. This explains the loud howls of Hafiz and his ilk.
If Bakis keep on claiming that attacks never happened, then good for them and us. They don’t have any reason to escalate and will probably try to deescalate leaving us free to concentrate on our internal matters. In either case, it is a victory of India on a tactical as well as strategic level. It is a long pending move by India and everyone is accepting it openly or grudgingly.

Now there are some usual moles belonging to Congress, AAP etc. who find the success of an Indian initiative led by Modi a bitter pill to swallow. These politicians and their minions (atleast the few I have the misfortune of knowing) were barely able to hide their glee when they thought that Modi regime will not do anything to punish Bakis. As soon as news of the attacks broke out, some of them went in to stunned silence or some congratulated Indian Army while carefully trying to deny any credit to Modi. One congressi claimed that Indian army had done such attacks 4-5 times during UPA regime. It’s good, but what did such attack achieve ? It’s common knowledge that cross-border raids happen regularly on both sides. Perhaps they were a good idea at a local tactical level, but they served little purpose in overall strategic battlefield. As I’m writing this, a former DGMO Vinod Bhatia has denied even this claim of CONgress.
The AAPtard-in-chief pretended to congratulate Modi while asking for proof in the same breath. All of these butthurt losers know very well that details of such operations are almost never made public. When US (Russia, NATO or any other entity) kills Osama, or claims to have killed senior Al-Qaeda or other enemies by air attacks, how many times do you see the live footage ? How many of these idiots have asked for proof or provided proof for the claimed cross-border raids during UPA regime ?

As I said before, I know many Congi, AAPiya supporters and their reactions have been just like the politicians they support. There are some comparatively saner ones, who claim to not support any political party in a public gathering, But their posts on social media prove otherwise. Most of such people are ashamed to be called an AAP , CONgress supporter now and try to hide their embarrassment under the fig leaf of fake neutrality. Then there are some politically aware types who support Congress-AAP-TMC-JDU type parties only because they are not BJP. They are what you call full liberal, leftists types who will actively cheer for disgraced thieves like Kanhaiya, Khalid, Sanjiv Bhatt etc. Third category is supposedly not anti-nationalist but are just blind fanboys who will latch on to whatever their yug-purush will say. There is no sign that they can use their atrophied brain cells and will latch on to whatever their messiah says. It never occurs to them that their favourite politician is acting only to help his own interests at the cost of damaging the nation.
Then there are a few others, who are not as brain dead, but highly impatient. These people were complaining loudly against Indian inaction leading up to the surgical strike and as soon as the news broke out, they started referring to Paki media and playing doubting Thomas.

On a related note, a lot of people don’t like the expulsion of Baki fartists from India. I’ve been supporting it since a long time. I’ll whole heartedly support Bakis performers if they’re like Adnan Sami, but screw the others. Even if art is without borders, the money they get in India should serve Indian interests, not of the enemy. If you can’t get this simple fact, you have one thick skull full of platitudes and little else. Even the Indian fartists supporting Bakis are known Islamists and Bakistan lovers. Son of one such traitor was a friend of Dawood Headley. How can any Indian take such jokers seriously ?

When all is said and done, I certainly don’t say that trust the government blindly. But at least use your brain. Even if you dislike BJP or Modi, these whiners should realise that they live in India and Modi is Indian Prime Minister, whether you like it or not. Supporting Bakistani narrative hurts only the country you live in. If you still believe that Pakis are telling the truth, then I have 3-4 Taj Mahals that I’d like to sell.

Next time Bakis attack India by any means and to be honest, it’s only a matter of time, then Indian armed forces should not limit themselves to just killing the terrorists. They also need to attack the uniformed jihadis, Bakistani armed forces. Destroy the border posts which provide covering fire to terrorists. Attack the supply dumps, bases and Baki other military infrastructure near border. As of now, they don’t have any danger to their own lives. Once they have fear of a strong Indian retaliation and realise that their actions will probably cause their own deaths, they will be far less likely to play the role of an islamic ghazi. This will be seen as an escalation by India and rightly so. Till now, India has played nice and has only losses to show for it. Now Bakis are isolated on all fronts, apart from China and even they are unlikely to support Bakis in such a situation. Modi has played his cards right and we’ll have to wait and watch if the groundwork done in last years will lead to an Indian victory on this front.
Till then, have patience and keep faith.

While I was busy with tracking down Major and moving out to mainland when we found him, the conditions had grown more serious. Both countries were locked in a position of conflict which could only go worse and it did.

As the missiles and artillery shells were slamming in to their targets in Pakistan, Indian PMO released statements pointing out that the Indian response was still non-nuclear but will not stay this way if Pakistan tried something again. .We declared a no-fly zone within 30 kms of international border and Indian fighter planes had explicit orders to shoot down any and all air planes violating this order. The bravado and compulsion of saving face on Pakistani side forced them to bring 4 of their F-16s in to the no-fly zone from Sargodha base, All 4 of them were shot down as soon as they reached past Lahore. A half squadron of Indian Jaguars unloaded their massive ordinance of dumb bombs and CBUs on the offending Lahore airbase to drive the point home. The destruction of Lahore airport spread mass panic in the city and civilians choked up the roads trying to move towards west away of India-Pakistan border.

Indian RAPIDs had already mobilised by this time and were deployed on international border in offensive formations just waiting for go ahead from the top. Pakistani government under full panic mode was alternating between nuclear posturing and pleas for peace on world stage. The swift and accurate Indian response had demolished most of their military infrastructure close to the Indian border and their ground level command and control was in chaos.
Under imminent threat of Indian land forces crossing border and starting a full scale war, multiple countries offered to mediate and offer a peaceful solution. While Indian foreign ministry made suitable noises, the action on ground continued unabated. As Pakistanis were rushing their forces in Punjab and Rajasthan sectors to counter the assault of Indian RAPIDs, Indian army and air-force launched a massive invasion along LoC. Indian para-troopers and other land forces supported by air force and artillery captured a number of strategically important points across the border in Rajauri, Akhnoor and Punch in 2 days of continuous operations. Pakistani military presence along side this sector was completely wiped out for 4-6 kilometers alongside LoC. Pakistanis were completely humiliated after India released footage of Indian soldiers standing inside Pakistani military garrisons and posts and holding 3700+ Pakistani army and para-military forces as prisoners.

By this time, there was enormous pressure on India to stop the offensive and start talks. We had captured large swathes of Pakistani territory along IB and LoC to form a nice buffer and give us a great strategic advantage in previously unfavourable conditions. The capture of Pakistani personnel also gave us a very nice bargaining chip. At that point, our leadership was divided in two camps. One wanted to press ahead with further attack while the other wanted to call for talks. Even though we had numerical superiority, threat of another nuke attack was a factor to be considered. Since we had managed to capture some important strategic positions in numerous sectors, we were in a position of strength and could force Pakistan to dance to our tunes. That is, as long as the politicians didn’t screw it up.

We halted our offensive operations pending talks, As expected, there was not much to talk about. It was one thing about Pakistani selling off some wanted terrorist leader to USA for cash who was then killed in some drone strike. But handing over terrorists to India for trial was a suicide for Pakistani civilian as well as military authorities. Emboldened by support from their usual pay-masters they brazenly asked for concrete proof and unconditional return of captured territory and personnel and were refused outright. It was made clear from our side that there’d be no concessions from our side till the terrorists and military personnel involved in terrorist attacks against India even in past were not handed over to be tried in India. Veiled threats of nuclear response to protect “sovereignty” were made and responded in kind, for probably the first time.

So this became yet another point of unending “talks”, exchange of dossiers and allegations and counter-allegations between the two countries. In the meanwhile, Indian forces strengthened their hold on newly captured territory by constructing bunkers, roads and other associated infrastructure. Most of Pakistani civilians had already fled when Indian offensive reached their villages and all routes of their move back were sealed off till resolution of the issue. Indian forces guarding the access routes were under strict orders to not allow movement of Pakistani citizens for any purpose and that led to flare up of violence in various positions along Punjab. The toll on civilians was enormous with lakhs of Pakistani citizens turned in to homeless refugees. Pakistani civilian government had to resign and unlike we were expecting, Pakistani army refused to take over directly. The utter humiliation heaped on Pakistani armed forces played an important part in that as for the time being, they had no powerful military chief who could claim to have full control. A farcical President’s rule was imposed with the incumbent a known army plant.

The talks took a hiatus while Pakis were trying to build themselves a central government. While all this was going on. separatist movements in Balochistan and Pak Occupied Kashmir were suddenly getting a lot more attention. As expected Pakis were quick to blame India, but that was par for course. We kept on consolidating our hold on captured territory inspite of all the noise and posturing by Pakistanis. We had called their bluff and they could nothing apart from gnashing their teeth in impotent rage. Seeing the picture from a distance, felt good. There were a lot of things which actually were set in motion by all this, but maybe for later.

For now, I have to finish the story by telling you about what happened to major. His highly decomposed body was found washed up on the banks of a local river. It was presumed that his gypsy had met with an accident rolling down the mountain in to the raging river. His last rites were performed with full military honours in his hometown.


In the meanwhile, I was doing everything I could to find missing Major and 3 days after the blast, found myself standing the stairwell of a decrepit apartment building in some city that’ll remain nameless. My contact handed me a key and walked out without staying a word. I climbed to 2nd floor, found the apartment and knocked. There was no answer and I let myself in by unlocking the door. It just had 2 rooms and a small kitchen which was almost completely empty apart from some old delivery boxes. One room was completely bare while other had it’s door closed. I knocked it and got no answer. I pushed it open and I found myself face to face with the missing Major. He probably had not shaved since the mission and his salt and pepper stubble matched the length of his short cropped hair. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked almost completely drunk. 2 empty whiskey bottles were lying around in a corner while a half full bottle along with a glass occupied  a small table.
He looked at me and smirked, “So you found me after all. I hope it was not too inconvenient. “
I walked around the room trying to find something of interest, ” You made it almost too easy. I had more trouble finding my socks this morning.”
He scoffed and had another swig from the glass, “Please have a seat if you feel like it.. Would you like some whiskey ? It’s not army issue liquor. You may like it.”
I ignored the offer of liquor but dragged a chair upright and sat on it staring directly in to his eyes. They were not the eyes of a drunk man but they were strangely devoid of any discernible emotion.”Would you care to tell me what happened after you took the gypsy and why you did it?”
He finished the rest of his drink in one swig and laughed, “Come on G ! You have found me here. You out of all the people know what happened ! Why such formality ?”
I looked at him as he filled his glass again and said, “Because I need to know Major. This may turn in to a full fledged war any moment. I need to know how and why it happened from you. You owe it to all the people who are dying right now and will die in this conflict. “
He nodded while looking at his drink and played with the glass in his palms. “Ofcourse I owe it to a lot of people.” He took a swig again and  said, ” Well, there is not much to tell what you already don’t know. I parked the gypsy somewhere in woods where it is really hard to find it. Stole another car, drove it to Mirza’s house with Zahid and the bomb in it and as they say, the rest is history.”
I knew most of it and had found the missing gypsy a few km away from Rajauri town.  “That’s all ? So it was Zahid in the car ?”
He laughed quietly, “Yes, the same bastard who sent so many brain washed idiots to their deaths died in a very similar way himself. Funny, don’t you think ?”
I sighed, ” Do you think it’s funny or poetic justice in some way ? We are facing an almost certain war with nuclear armed Pakis due to your, actions. Lives of crores of people are st risk due to your misplaced sense of justice and you think that you did good ?”
“If I had not intercepted that dirty bomb, Zahid’s piglets would’ve exploded it in some bigger city causing even more destruction. If it had not killed Mirza, then more of our people would have died and you’d have done nothing except writing condolence letters to their families.
What would have happened if I had handed Zahid and the bomb to you ? What else he could’ve told us that we already didn’t know ?  How the conditions then be different from what they are now  ? What if they had exploded the bomb in New Delhi or Chandigarh or Jammu or Srinagar or Amritsar ? Would you have liked it better ?  What I did was for greater good.”
“Greater good ? Is that your defence now Major ? The blast killed 12 other people and radiation another 35.  250-300 people will probably die due to radiation linked complications in near future. Is that greater good ? Don’t you see a single drop of blood on your hands ?”
Major finished his drink in one gulp and slammed the glass on table. I could see his hand shaking, probably with anger as he poured himself another drink. He picked another glass from the floor, filled it and slided it towards me. I took one sip and nearly spit it out. He remained silent for a minute as he stared at the wall and then finished the glass in one go.
“What I see is the blood of Captain M,___ , ____ and 7 other soldiers of my platoon who were killed on 20th May 2004. And then 3 months later, blood of 5 other equally good soldiers  who died due to the same terrorists and 4 more soldiers same year. I see their blood on my hands, my uniform every single day. I have never stopped seeing that blood. I was the one who had to visit their homes and let their wives, sons, mothers, fathers know. It killed a little bit of me every single time till I could do it no more.  But tell me something. Did the bullets you took damage your spine too ? Don’t you feel any anger, any betrayal, anything at all or are you just one of the other career ass kissers too ?
That bastard Mirza played a double game with all of us. He was directly responsible for all those deaths. He sheltered dozens of terrorists inside his own home and official residence. He let the terrorists who beheaded Captain M hide in his house for 2 weeks and then helped him cross the border back. He supported Zahid and supplied him with weapons when his fellow pigs ambushed and killed 5 more soldiers in August 2004.  And what did we do ? What did you do ? You got your disability certificate in that attack ! You took it and went on to play desk games. Did the bullet sever your spine or took out your balls ? Did you ever do anything to take revenge from the bastard who did this to you and your companions ?
Every single person knew of his double games, but no one lifted a single finger to do anything about it. When I tried to actually do something, I was almost court-martialled. No one took a look at the proof, or my service record, my scars, my medals, my work, anything I stood for or took an oath to protect. I was punished for trying to do things by the book. What did I get out of following the rules ? He went scot-free, I was left to rot and what did you or anyone else finding faults with my actions did ? Cover your eyes, behaved like a good girl and pretended everything was OK ? That the bastards who killed our men had the right to live in peace ?
You ask me if I see it as justice. How is it not justice ? Since when killing the men who killed your friends is not justice ? “
I threw my glass on the wall where it shattered to pieces and shouted ,” But your justice has led us to a damned war. This whole thing is not a bollywood action bullshit or family drama ! This is something with lives of crores of people at risk. A vendetta can’t be allowed when stakes are this high, ever. You got your revenge but at what cost ? India and Pakistan are almost at war which we may not be able to control. God knows how many people will die.
If we acknowledge what actually happened, then it’s an equally big disaster. India is humiliated by one of it’s own. What happens then ? Who is going to trust us then ? We can’t control our own soldiers who go rogue and deliberately start wars ? Do you even realise the conundrum you’ve put us in ?
What happens when I take you back for trial and what happens after that ? Who is going to trust us  ? The sweat and blood of lakhs of soldiers will be tainted by your actions ! What is your answer for that ? “
Major shouted back, “We have been fighting by the rules for decades ! We’ve been losing friends and families fighting this bullshit war over what ?  You want an answer ? The fire that I lit is the answer. Sometimes you have to light a fire in perfectly good forest to fight a bigger fire. That’s what I did. You care about honour and prestige of army ? You do ? Why not trying care about lives of the soldiers lives too for change ? This is my answer ! “
I hung my head and sighed loudly. I was not going to like what I had to do next.

Rest of the story told by Major S from Defence Intelligence Agency.
I was one of the men present in the debrief with Colonel. While rest of the people were left flummoxed and were running around the headless chicken, I sat and wished I had not stopped smoking. I couldn’t really call Major an old close friend now but we knew each other quite well. Our worst fear was that he had been ambushed by enemy and packages snatched inside our territory. Such an event would have been catastrophic and we could not let it happen at any cost. The news went up higher in command and all hell broke loose. We did sent out search parties in ever direction but had no luck. Then a few hours later, we had reports about an explosion in Rajauri, a large town in the area, two hours drive away from our base. Normally it was not such a big news to have terrorists exploding bombs in a crowded population center or on highway trying to ambush security forces. Inspite of all our efforts it happened all too frequently. Sometimes terrorists even paid a few youngsters to throw 1-2 grenades at something or someone and then melt away in the crowd.
But this time was different. This time it was a dirty bomb.
Our emergency response team immediately detected the radioactivity on arrival and the area was evacuated within a few hours. Reports said that the bomb was placed inside a stolen car  and exploded near the gate of a local politician as he was getting out in his car convoy. Initial on site reports indicated 12-14 dead people on blast site and most of the house destroyed. We could detect lethal radiation levels in an area of around 100-120 meters around the blast site and 600-700 people had received moderate to highly lethal radiation dosage, probably more. The local news reporters who were expecting a big juicy story about assassination of a local big-wig politician too got enough radiation exposure to make them seriously sick and everything was being played non-stop on TV, papers and radio.
Forensics team had to work really slow and carefully on the site and they declared that there was one man in the car who more or less had been blown in to pieces by the explosion. Apart from him, there were 7 dead bodies, 3 each in politician’s two cars and 1 of a local man passing through the street.  Rest of the 6 dead bodies were recovered from the destroyed house, most of them members of the politicians family. But it was name of the dead politician which gave me a pause. He was Yakub Mirza, a sitting MLA and a former minister from the local opposition party JKDP. I could’ve believed anything, apart from the fact that he was killed by Pakistani controlled  terrorists. In fact, he was on our radar for almost 14 years for his links and support to terrorists. His family claimed to be descendants of some  muslim cleric and controlled a big old mosque which attracted pilgrims from all over. Even non-muslims visited it which always felt strange to me considering the type of people controlling it and how the muslims following their ideology had all but wiped out all non-muslims from the area. His name had been linked to a number of local terrorists, but owing to his political clout and our reluctance to go against “secular fabric” , our hands were always tied against him. Apart from that, he was always very careful and we had almost no concrete proof against him which could’ve nailed him. This job had to be done by the local police, which was even more corrupt and useless than Indian police elsewhere. So he had played the double game with impunity for years, hiding behind the veil of his religious and political status. There was no clue of Major’s fate.
While we were all raking our brains and investigating this incident, rest of the country was half in shock and half in rage. Normally to us Indians death of a few dozen or even a hundred people hardly matters. Terrorists, natural disasters and accidents kill so many people and people just shrug it off. People who ask for action against the perpetrators are usually called hot-headed right wingers or something similar and their call for action or revenge are usually drowned out by random noise about Gandhi, peace, secularism etc.  But this time, it was different. The dorks in media houses and on streets just heard the word radioactive and saw a golden goose for TRPs and endless talk shows. Indian territory had been attacked with a radio-active weapon and people killed. To be fair, plan of the Pakistani terrorists was to explode it somewhere in India. But somehow the explosion had killed one of their allies in India. That was the only silver lining I could find in this whole damned mess. That big but local artillery battle that happened between Indian and Pakistan during the operation would have stayed a local news and would’ve received only a small mention in some  media reports. But somehow it gained momentum and Pakistanis were shelling our posts all along the sector covering areas such as Uri, Punch,  Akhnoor and Samba.  Our forces were also retaliating with even more venom than usual. Within 24 hours, we had 17 military causalities with 5 dead and probably more on Pakistani side. But the damage to our civilian infrastructure and lives was dreadful. Dozens of villages from each sector had to be evacuated after the deliberate shelling by Pakis. If the images of people suffering from radiation poisoning was not enough, the plight of displaced migrants from border villages just added fuel to the fire and government was under tremendous amount of pressure to respond. And that we did.
Indian Navy started aggressive patrols near Indian maritime borders as well as international waters near Karachi. Presumably, it was to prevent another Mumbai like attack in which Pakistani terrorists came on a captured boat.  Pakistanis took this almost as a naval blockade even when it was nothing like that. In their statements later, they claimed that their purpose was only a show of strength, but Indian version was quite different. According to commanding officer of INS Rana, a Rajput class destroyer patrolling in international waters 60 nautical miles out or Karachi port, two Paki ships, PNS Tippu Sultan and Shamsher had acted aggressively and the latter had almost hit the Indian ship. Rana had fired it’s 76.2 mm main gun on Shamsher taking out it’s main radar and bridge. Tippu Sultan was welcomed with a Syx missile almost simultaneously. The bow of unlucky ship was almost split in to two and both Pakistani ships took large number of causalities. It is unknown now what were intentions of Pakistani crews, but the flow of events indicated that the Indian ship was well justified in it’s response.
All of our air bases on western and northern commands were put on full alert and CAPs were being flown round the clock. I think that the  naval incident was the last straw. For the first time, India let loose of it’s formidable arsenal on several Pakistani military targets inside PoK with special emphasis on the sector where all this started. Targets which were unreachable by our artillery guns were razed to dust by Brahmos missiles. Most of their helicopters, fuel and supply depos stationed near border were burnt to ashes. This Indian response came us a big shock to Pakis as well as entire world even though it was not entirely unexpected. Till now, Indian response had been limited to action inside own territory with minimum action across the border. But this time, it was just shy of an all out war, a lot like Kargil. There were charges and counter-charges on international stages by both sides. But India had an upper hand this time and with the reality of Pakistani terrorist inclinations being common knowledge, almost no one was willing to give them any benefit of doubt.  A dirty nuke attack is one scenario which has been a nightmare for a lot of western countries and they were quite scared by a demonstration. So while in the past we had to bear useless platitudes about restraint and peace, this time there was only tactic silence and appeals to Pakistani authorities urging them to hand over the culprits.
Threats of conventional nuclear strikes were traded but that didn’t stop India from launching more missile attacks on a list of pre-determined list of targets inside Pakistan. The first wave of attacks by artillery and land based Brahmos had destroyed the backbone of the military infrastructure near border areas by destroying most of communication facilities and fuel  ammunition dumps. The second wave of attacks a few hours later took out their main military bases in Gilgit, Risalpur, Kamra, Gujranwala, Rawlapindi, Lahore and Sialkot. This massive coordinated attack paralyzed most of Pakistani command and control in it northern and western military commands. Missile strikes were also done on high value terrorist targets which included top tier leadership of some terrorist organisations LeT, HM and also on Dawood’s residence in Karachi for good measure. Although we didn’t know of their fate till a few weeks later, but the strikes were an excellent morale booster.

We damaged all the weapons and supplies we found there as quickly we could and threw them down the mountain. The cache was more than enough to sustain a platoon for a week. It had taken us almost 3 hours to march to the camp from our ingress point which was more or less up an incline along with a forced stop of 35-40 minutes due to bad weather. We reckoned that we could make it back in less than 3 hours with some luck. Zahid was gagged up, his hands tied tightly and feet loosely. So that he could just walk, not run. Major and I were to walk in front and behind him with a rope tied around his waist to keep watch. That box with a bomb was to be carried by rest of team members on turn by turn basis.
We had just 4 hours left before sunrise and we wanted to reach India back before Pakis got any hint.  Once everything was decided, I kicked  prisoner to his feet, who got up with a mix of fear and resignation in his eyes. Major was in his front while I was at rear. The sniper team was acting as our reconnaissance scouts and they had left a few minutes earlier to scan for any threats on our way back. If we had everything in our wishlist, a helicopter would have come in fast and low and picked us for the ex-filtration. Like they show Blackhawk helicopters swooping in at the climax of Behind Enemy Lines. But real life isn’t awesome like that. We had to walk back to our base across the border while carrying a dirty nuclear bomb and escorting a highly dangerous and uncooperative terrorist in the dark through a very treacherous mountainous terrain. I was not even sure that our soldiers on sentry duty on border had any idea of this operation. It was quite likely that they’d shoot us if they saw us trying to cross the border from enemy’s side. I just hoped that the old Colonel back home had taken care of at least this thing. 
Till that point, almost everything had went exactly according to the plan. But after 35 minutes of marching, the the scout team reported two men walking on the trail leading up to the camp from other side. Both were carrying torches and we could see the small specks of light bouncing off the rocky path across the ridge. A sniper shot at that distance was impossible and they were only a few minutes walk away from the camp. So sending someone to dispose of them was also not an option. There was really no way to mask the approach and they  would’ve reached the campsite long before anyone from our team could reach within killing distance. Major ordered us to make the best of whatever little time we had left before discovery and we picked up pace dragging a very reluctant yet afraid Zahid with us. When he showed some hope of rescue and defiance after seeing those two Pakistanis, a tight punch on his face from the Major changed his body language almost instantly. Inspite of what he taught his terrorist disciples, he himself valued his own life and complied to our  orders.
Our exfiltration route was nearly the same way as our infiltration route and I recognised a few landmarks like a nearly round boulder and couple of  big trees which are quite rare in these mountains. We  just had 5 ridges to cross before we reached the border fencing area but there was no trail or path. We had to trust our GPS devices and handheld maps for navigation in near pitch dark conditions inside hostile enemy territory and to cross the border back home. Although we were in range of our big artillery guns, we couldn’t really rely 100% on them or air support for that matter in that kind of terrain. Every extra gram of equipment on the body matters in such a situation. We were marching as fast as we could under the circumstances and I never thought that was fast enough.
25 minutes had gone by since we had seen those 2 torch lights and we were reasonably sure that the Pakis would launch a search mission any moment. The first indication came in the form of muffled blasts from west. A few seconds later, the sky in that direction turned red for some time. That was caused by their mortar fired illumination rounds. This round instead of exploding, goes 400-500 meters up in air and deploys an intense source of light by parachute illuminating the surroundings in bright light for up to 30-40 seconds. The rounds were quite a distance away from us but were not that far from our exfil point. With some good luck, we could avoid getting detected.
We picked up the pace but job of carrying that heavy load of bomb and escorting a cunning prisoner over tough terrain made it highly tiring and stressful. We still managed to make good progress and had reached just about halfway when a Paki army’s Mi-17 helicopter flew over our heads. We threw ourselves to the ground and hoped that they had missed us. But it seemed to be running a search mission in grid pattern and flew over our location 2 times again before flying away. Although we couldn’t be sure but it was quite likely that we had been spotted.
We had marched for 15 minutes more when the same helicopter came again flying just 50-60 meters from the undulating ridges and a machine gun from it’s side opened fire on us. We all ducked to find cover and tried to return fire. After finding itself under fire , the helicopter moved some distance away from our field of fire on the ridge further up on our way and started hovering. As we watched ,Paki soldiers started slithering out from a rope and started landing on a ridge slightly higher than us.  By this time,  Shanky had managed to get a fix on the helicopter and fired a 80 mm rocket which hit the engine just below the main rotor.  There was an explosion and the Mi-17 fell careening on the edge of ridge before sliding down the mountain’s side in a blaze of fire and screeching metal.
But we had little time to celebrate as the deployed Paki soldiers were right in our way and we had to neutralise them fast. Shanky had downed the chopper quickly but apparently not fast enough as the surviving Paki soldiers started raining accurate rifle fire on us, Frontal charge was an option but almost suicidal with little chance of survival for us. So Major ordered a flanking action from the right. Bheem took position behind a rock with his INSAS LMG and started firing quick bursts to provide cover. Major and I took flanking positions and started suppressive fire while rest of our squad maneuvered to reach a better firing position.
I was still firing when a rifle grenade exploded a few meters ahead of me temporary disorienting and showering me with small rocks and rubble. But another one targeted towards Bheem’s LMG was more accurate. It destroyed his gun and left him with shrapnel wounds on face, neck and hands knocking him unconscious. I crawled to his aid and dragged him to cover before starting firing again. But our covering fire had given enough opportunity to rest of our squad members who had managed to get better firing positions and destroyed the enemy squad in no time by grenades and rifle fire.
Once the guns fell quiet my attention was diverted towards Bheem was was regaining his consciousness and moaning in pain. I applied field dressing as best as I could and left him to look for the prisoner. Major had blindfolded him and left him in some cover with rope wedged tightly against a rock. Zahid had wisely not risked his life and tried to break free during the fire fight as he couldn’t see a thing. Major took his blindfold off and motioned him to walk in front of him. I carried the box which Viru had dropped when the helicopter had started firing and started moving towards rest of the squad.
We reached there quickly but  a headcount sank our hearts. Viru was missing and the last that anyone had seen him when we were all ducking to cover under the helicopter’s machine gun fire. During firefight, rest of the squad had assumed that he was with us. Shanky and Rana left immediately to look for him back on the lower ridge while we tended to Bheem’s wound. He could walk without support but needed to get proper treatment fast. We were really nervous about staying in any single place for any amount of time, but we don’t leave a comrade behind. Jaggi and Subhash had moved on further to scout for enemy reinforcements and reported clear. A few minutes later, Rana came back with a stoic face and just a human arm wrapped in his poncho. Apparently that was what left of Viru when helicopter started firing. He couldn’t find cover fast enough and the heavy machine gun fire had killed him almost instantaneously. His body had probably rolled down the cliff in to the gorge below and we had no way of retrieving it.
We had no time to grieve though. Viru had died on a mission and it was our responsibility to make sure that his sacrifice was not in vain.Major radioed back to the base and informed them of the situation. Colonel was still there and he informed us that the UAV had just reached station and started beaming back live feed. That was good news for us as we could expect fire support from our guys.  But we still had about 80-90 minutes of difficult journey before us while being chased by the enemy.
Within a few minutes our UAV picked up 3 Paki units moving on foot to intercept us on our direct path. Their coordinates were passed on to our 130 mm  guns in our area of operation. They let loose a barrage of deadly anti-personnel rounds on each patrol which must have come us a complete shock to the enemy. 2 of the intercepting units were decimated while the third one seemed to stopped moving after finding some cover. But this volley of fire from our side goaded Pakistanis in to firing back with their own guns both across the border as well as in our general direction.
By this time, they didn’t have any definite idea of our exact location, so their artillery and mortar shells were way off mark. As we reached closer, the duels between the two sides gained momentum with neither side holding anything back. It was serious enough for us to get worried about a blue on blue incident. The whole region was a war zone with machine gun rounds,  heavy mortar and artillery shells streaking in every direction.
Unluckily for us, our movement was spotted somehow and the heavy caliber fire in our direction got more accurate. Two mortars fell close enough to shower us with shrapnel and rubble. Third one fell almost in front of our squad injuring Vikram who got shrapnel wounds on his arms and thigh. He was given basic first-aid as we stopped and tried to find cover. But we had to keep on moving as mortars with their high trajectory are very good in finding targets even in mountains. If their guns too started firing at us at the same time, we’d be all but dead. But Pakis had very little left to target us with when their mortar crew was taken out by fire from our side. We heard the explosions as our shells crashed at their post and obliterated it.
We sprinted across the border with leftover Paki soldiers spraying some random fire in our general direction and reached the road without further incident. There was a feeling of relief and joy about a job well done even though we were all weighed down by loss of Viru. A truck and a gypsy were waiting for us to take us back. I climbed in to the truck first and fell asleep.
I woke up when we reached our base and we all got down. Major was not with us, probably was in the debriefing meeting. We were are looking forward to get a hot shower, a heavy breakfast and then some sleep. But we were called immediately in to the debriefing room as soon as we disembarked. We walked inside to find the Colonel and some other staff waiting for us. We all took our seats and waited expectantly. After a few minutes, Colonel asked us about whereabouts of the Major and we stared blankly back at him. Someone from our squad said that he had taken the Gypsy along with Zahid and the bomb.
“What bomb ?”, he asked incredulously ?
We all looked at each other before Jaggi stood up to reply, ” The dirty nuke that we found at the camp, the one major told you about and asked permission to carry back. “
“You found a nuke ?” Colonel looked like he was about a pop a vein . “And who ordered it to carry it back to our territory and where the hell is Major ?”
The atmosphere in the room suddenly got tense from celebratory .
Jaggi explained the whole story as quickly as possible to the debriefing staff who looked at us like we were hostile aliens. After Jaggi finished, Colonel asked when did we last saw Major, Zahid and the dirty bomb ?
I had last seen him as I climbed up in the truck and assumed that he was taking the Gypsy or had climbed in to the truck after me. But rest of the squad said that he had put bomb in Gypsy, tied and blindfolded Zahid on the backside and got in to the driver’s seat asking the driver of vehicle to travel back in the truck.
One of the staff officers present ran outside immediately and came back a few minutes later as we were interrogated further. Apparently the Gypsy never arrived and they couldn’t contact it on radio or trace it anywhere.  Even to a low ranking soldier like me, it was pretty clear that something somewhere was amiss. Our squad volunteered to go out to look for Major but were denied permission and told to keep our mouths shut. We walked out of the room to our barracks, highly confused and tense. There are some other things which happened but nothing what I know much about. My part in the story ends here .