"Never trust anyone on the Frontier" an ...epic NWF Campaign

[Mad Guru]

"THE TORCHING OF DARGAI VILLAGE"

A new series of brilliant Colour Lithographs
courtesy of celebrated war illustrator
Reginald Winkie...

***The viewer will please note that B.Gnl. Ruff-Husband's official dispatch on this incident categorically states that no residents were harmed during the punitive operation in question, so it is presumed that the presence of indigenous persons in some of these artful images are fictional additions affected by the artist.***

[Mad Guru]

WE BRIEFLY INTERRUPT THE CAMPAIGN NARRATIVE to share info on the gaming accessories featured in the above post...

I got the "Blast Markers" from -- naturally enough -- BUD'S BLAST MARKERS, located in Castle Rock, Colorado, USA.  I have no connection to them other than as a very satisfied customer.  The light-up markers seen above and a variety of other variations are available at:

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[Umra Khan]

Afghanistan near the village of Chinar just across the Afghan border established by the Gandamak Treaty of 1879.


Captain Strogoleff nice to meet you again, it's been more than three months since our meeting in Bokhara, had you a good trip from Herat?

Da Zibbib Khan, a long journey, sadly devoid of the pleasures of a man ... beautiful vomen and spirits ... do you have any nevs of the tvo young men ? My Czar cares particularly for these guys ....


Captain what are these dirty Sheranis raiders from the Zhob Valkey  doing with you? I see Ahmad Shah among them, he is wanted throughout the Frontier ...


Zibbib Khan they are my guides , Ahmed Shah is my advisor , and I have the utmost confidence in them


Captain I'm on their trail, the young guys are closer than you think. Our agreements included a payment before the "delivery" ... I have incurred in various expenses ...

Zibbib Khan my Czar alvays respects the agreements made, here is 30,000 Rupees ... the balance vhen I have the tvo boys in my hands.

Captain Strogoleff  it escapes me why you care so much for these guys that you pay such a high reward ...


Zibbib Khan my great country Svyataya Rus' has alvays been a good ally of the Emir of Afghanistan ... but the agreements made between the current Emir and the Britianskly government have ... hov to say ... cut us off.
Ve think the tvo boys knov vhere the El Osprey printing house is ... one of them is the son of El Osprey... ve vant to save him from the clutches of the English and Umra Khan,  and get him safely to his father  , also  the Emir of Afghanistan will be happy and this will be a good  sign of friendship between my Czar and the  Emir.
My Intelligence has confirmed that the tvo boys and a Bunervals escort left Kabul last veek joining a caravan headed north ... I vould like to follov them by myself but my government is afraid ....of diplomatic incidents, so ve are addressed to you.
Mutual friends have assured us that you are the best people hunter on the Frontier.


Captain Strogoleff I am a merchant and I am not interested in politics, Russia ... Afghanistan ... Raj ... 
I only think about my business and enjoying the money I will earn from this business ...and spent my time and money in the arms of beautiful girls in Lahore. The two boys will be yours ...my men are on the trail of a caravan heading north and I will join them soon    ...
I'll contact you when I'll have news about...

Do svidaniya Zibbib Khan ... be punctual and don't think you're joking vith me ... I'm Captain Igor Strogoleff of the 5th Alexandryski Hussars Regiment no one has ever made fun of me!

Zibbib greets the Captain with a wave of his hand and resumes his way .... Think ... he  wants to play the Great Game with me ... ahahahah ..
😡...seems I'm following the wrong boys...😡😡
so Ibrahim Dast's information was wrong? or was it right? maybe I didn't understand ...
I thought I was looking for someone going  south instead they were  going north ... strange though ...
Two caravans left Kabul on the same day ... both with 2 boys and an escort of Bunerwals ... one points to the south and one to the north ...

....And who are these 2 nasty kids going south?

There is always a double truth on the Frontier...
For this task I need the help of a new character a unique companion...Percival Flash Dunbar...

[giorgio]

Dear viewers, directly from the internal pages of Peshawar Tribune an extract of R.Winkie’s article.
To emphasize some aspects of the fight we have included also some rhymes from R.Winkie’s “the Guides Squadron charge”, from his “Ballads from Peshawar Barracks” that you can have for free with your next subscription to the Tribune. The poet’s verses are in italics to highlight and give the right tribute to our poet.

The long tired dusty column is marching towards Spinwam. In front Fullerton’s Guides, then the units of 2 well known friends: Lt Richard Dawes of British Yorkshire and Lt Andrew Best of Sikh Guides. As per Fullerton’s order Major Stockfish’s Poona are somewhere directed to north of Spinwam.

At the end of the valley on the left some movements, a little group of tribesmen are detected, and many others are appearing filling all the landscape.

“Damn bandits” thought Fullerton “well more enemies more opportunities to get my VC, Stockfish should be damn’d useful now” Then shouted loudly “Guides with me” and started an incredible charge at the double against the little group on the left, half a league, half a league, half a league onward rode Fully leading his Guides...
The infantry units, left alone, started to be ready for the Pashtuns’ charge. While the 2 infantry units flanked each other Richard said “Andrew, this charge is ..is…magnificent!” “Yes buddy…but it is not war, it is madness”.
The Pathan were surprised by the reaction of Fullerton and stopped unsure how to proceed, not even firing a single shot, leaving alone a small group of Orazkais that, unenthusiastically, covered the far right of their line.
Pathans to right of them, Pathans to left of them, Pathans in front of them, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell. Rode Fully’s Guides
Guides cavalry killed 2 orazkais

and then follow up and killed others 3 pinning the unit.

 Abdullah, the Orazkai leader,  lost his nerves and diserted and the 2 last men routed.

While the rest of Afridis entered in field the units close to Fullerton stopped and allowed him the time to send a volley.
“Duffadar Muhammad, you pretend to be the best carbine in the Army, don’t you?”
“Sir Yes Sir”

“Well now it is time to demonstrate it. You see that little point under the flag? He is the leader of those bandits. They will soon close on us but we have still one possibility, but only one possibility left. Take the aim and do your job Duffadar”

“Sir Yes Sir”. Muhammad calmly take the aim for few interminable seconds and then click and shot killing Musa Din , leader of the third unit which pinned and didn’t rally, leaderless, while the second unit (Ghul Khan’s) slowly advanced.
“Good boy, you deserve 10 rupees extra and a special mention, now let’s go our job is just started here!”

On the right Saddam, with the rifles given by Umra after the great victory of Spinwam one month before, engaged the British Yorkshire with some losses each side, Omar cowardly did not close firing some not very effective shots.

Only Youssef Khan closed on English and started a melee but was pinned and decimated by Best’s sikh guides volley.

In the mean time Fullerton charged Saddam’s unit; which was pinned and retreating and routed it.
Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air,
Sabring the pathans there, Charging many tribes, while All the world wondered.
Plunged in the dusty-smoke, Right through the line they broke;
Afridis and Orakzai, Reeled from the sabre stroke, Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not. Not the Fully’s Guides!

At that point Fullerton completed his astonishing cavalcade arriving on the survived Youssuf tribesmen killing them all.
When can their glory fade? Oh the wild charge they made! All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made! Honour the Fully’s Guides, Noble Squadron!

At this point also Musa Din’s men routed saving the body of their inspirational Khan.
Omar the coward retreated orderly with the remnants of his army, followed by Ghul Khan, whose hapless leadership saved his unit.

“Welcome Willie, you arrive too late for the party”
“My respect Sir, these bandits will leap their wounds for many weeks”

“My fault Willie, I asked them to give back their weapons, I forgot to specify how”
“Well said Sir, anyway now we got them, and no bandits will circulate from Kurram to Khattak”
“We major? Yes one third killed, one third routed and one third retreating for only 3 sowars and 6 yorks. A sad price but well payed by these bandits. Furthermore, we have to quickly move, we are just in time for tomorrow evening tea in Bannu”

““Yes sir, sure yes.... Risaldar Maruti Jadhav order the Poona Squadron to advance in direction towards South East”
“Sir yes Sir! Squadroooon march direction Soooouth EasTTT!”

But in all this confusion, among men running for safe , someone sees his opportunity to be free. Muletail, Mustafa, Saddam and two other friends broke their ropes which tied them. Thanks to sentinels (and EDNA) running away,they could  mix within a group of fugitives, while the other three were still trying their path to freedom but disappeared in a vortex of panicked running tribesmen followed and absorbed by the orderly retreating Omar’s unit.
"Just one moment" Saddam cries and disappears to come back after  few seconds. “what the issue?’” inquired Mustafa “Nothing just an old souvenir” Saddam answered blinking and showing the glorious flag that traveled all the time with them in a pannier.

Which directions now for Muletail and his survived Merry Blacks? The fugitives are running Westwords… beyond the impetuous Samana river and the land of Turis in the unsettling Kurram, or towards Peital Kothal, land of new danger and adventures...?

[Totleben]

epic 

[Shikari Sahib]

Stunning campaign 👏👏👏
Awesome stories 
Carry on the great work 💪
I'm on Umra Khan's  side 

[LtMarks]

you guys are doing an awesome job  keep up the good work

[giorgio]

August 3rd  Mir Alì crossroads
“William the orders by old Davenport are clear” said Col Fullerton to Major William Vousden “I shall go with my flying devils into the Tochi Valley to civilize those troglodytes firing their villages and destroying their crops, while you go North , beyond Spinwam, to give a clear message to Umra to not supporting revolts in Chitral and Buner. Which units were provided for your column?”

“Richard, may I still call you Richie or I should say future Br Gen Fullerton? besides my 22nd Sam Browne’s sabres I have 3 infantry units. In details Lt Frock with Khyber Rifle, Cpt Townsend with Guides and the young Lt Hatton with 67th blue paints.
Old Davenport keeps his british, baluchis , artillery and lancers ready to react and change the balance if Umra or the Mashuds will oppose resistance, but I fear he will not be able to react so swiftly with his trains of mules.”

“Don’t worry William, I have always done everything relying only on my column and that was more than enough. Anyway, pay attention to not underestimate those bandits. As long as you come closer to Tirah you enter deeply in the lands controlled directly by Umra and he is an old fox. Keep your eyes well open and make a good use of your cavalry to detect any signal of rallying by those dammed devils”
 “No issue Richard, hope to see you soon to finish our tiffin and read a good book in front of a warm cognac bottle”

Then speaking with his native officer: “Risaldar Kesar Singh Dhillon order to the column, we turn Northwards"
“Colum, direction Nooorthhh”!”

[giorgio]

Dear viewers, in today copy of Peshawar Tribune you can find the content of a message sent by Mulehead El Komiss to his loyal bandit Sardar Gul Akbar new emerging khan in Black Mountain; hereafter a brief extract:

In the name of True Ruler, the Beneficent, the Merciful,
El Osprey records in his Book:
the Exalted said:
Wargame what has been revealed to you of the Book and establish rally test. Verily, prayer prohibits loaded dice and unbalanced scenarios, but the remembrance of True Ruler is greater.
TMWWBK 12:43 PART 5 (Peshawar)
Dear son open your eyes and your ears. My son Ghazi aka Muletail the hope of all believers, the prophet of El Osprey return, seems disappeared. Last news I got were about Bara river crossing, then nothing.
Some pilgrims say that the Ferenghees army was instead a unit of angels driven by Muletail who charged heretics all day long.
It is a signal that right timing is coming to kick Anglez off Punjab and give me the crown of Amir. Raise the standard and drive old religion heretics out of Buner and Swat.
May True Ruler provide you all 6 and lucky traits to khans in your units.

how and what will happen to Muletail you'll know in the next episodes.
If you have forgotten to subscribe for new month now it is the right moment! Just paypal NOW to R.WInkie@winkie.pestribune,com

[Umra Khan]

Umra Khan stronghold
 "Come in  Omar the Beautiful, approach the Sage Umra"

"Omar there are 2 battles you lost against that infidel Ferenghi of Fullerton, who spends his time smoothing his mustache, the Almighty did us  Hill Warriors and that's where we have to fight, noy down in the plains like the Kuchis nomads, we're Pashtuns! we fight in the mountains where we are invincible! may the True Faith always stay with us ... "

 "O Mighty Umra, sword of the Believers, this I have always said to my warriors, but they do not listen to me ... they want to go down to fight with swords ..."
"Omar my patience with you is over, I do not accept defeats! ... Barlas! Barlas the Mongol what the True Rules say?"

Die 1 "Omar your end is sealed"




"Sher Khan you are my chosen one, may the power of True Rule always be with you and may the Almighty guide your Dice, ... but above all ... fight on the mountains!"


"So be it written, so be it done !"

[Mad Guru]

RENDEZVOUS AT KUNAR CARAVANSARY

August 1890, in the Goshta District of Nangahar Province, just North-West of Afghanistan's border with British India, and home to Kunar Caravansary...



Located on a less-travelled secondary route across the border, Kunar remains well-maintained and well-supplied, as is often the case when an establishment provides valuable service to a powerful interest, even if only on rare occasions.  It is said the owner-operator, Ibn-Kali Kali, aided the Iron Amir, Abdur Rahman Khan, to thwart the plans of his cousin, Ayub Khan, when Ayub returned from exile in 1881, tried to take Kandahar, and failed miserably.

Today a familiar covered ox-cart and spare mule proceed North towards the way station...







A short time ago a larger traveling party made a bookend journey, moving South to Kunar from the Afghan capital of Kabul, but evidence of their arrival is nowhere to be seen -- from the exterior...



The small caravan arrives at its destination, the front gates open & proprietor Ibn-Kali Kali beckons the travelers, enter...









The cart is backed up to a building and its sole passenger -- Lieutenant Hampton Fitzroy of the Yorks & Lancs, prisoner of the Ghazis who overwhelmed his garrison at Chakdara Outpost while he was sick from having foolishly eaten raw olives he plucked off a tree -- is taken inside.  Having recovered from his illness and also from the beating his captors bestowed upon him, they have prudently taken the precaution of binding his hands behind his back...











With the Subaltern socked away in an empty guest room, Mullah Sadullah -- who's been waiting for this package to arrive since he arrived here himself a few days ago -- knocks on the door of the Caravansary's VIP "Sardar Suite"...



Where General Wali Surak of the Afghan Army waits smoking his Dokha ("Dizzy") pipe...



MULLAH: "My General, the cargo has arrived safe and sound!"



GENERAL SURAK: "So I am told."



MULLAH: "In accord with the agreement between your Iron Amir Abdur Rahman Khan and my most esteemed Malik, Sarban Khan of the Yusufzais, you will now show me the contents of the stable and transfer them into my possession, as the esteemed representative of Sarban Khan."



With a marked show of indifference, the General turns to his adjutant, a Guard Cavalry officer in a shiny brass helmet, and speaks to him in the Kizilbash dialect of Kabul -- which he's certain the Mullah knows as well as the Pope's catechism...

GENERAL: "Captain Mir, show this clucking chicken what's in the stable before he lays an egg in front of us."

CAPTAIN: "By your command, my General!"



The Captain ushers the Mullah over to the Stable, opens the door and bids him enter in the common tongue of Pashto...

CAPTAIN: "After you, oh, Devout One..."



The Mullah steps into the stable...



And gazes upon the contents within...



MULLAH: "Mother of the Prophet, I feast my eyes on the Perpetual Bliss of Paradise..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Marine0846]

I love this story.
So much fun reading it.
Thank you for all the time it takes to put together.

[giorgio]

Among other tales of ordinary madness, which always follow and go with routed warriors destiny, Muletail aka Hussein with Mustafa, Saddam and two other Bunerwals can resupply of weapons discarded by many warriors running for safe and now have to react quickly to avoid both retreating Afridis and pursuing Anglez.

In that direction shouted Saddam, happy to have saved the holy flag,  and the half dozen directed south west running for more than one hour before resting few minutes and then restarting toward a large river.

“Most of the running Afridis are running uptide we must find a ford or something to cross the Kurrum” said Mustafa
“let’s follow its bank upriver until we’ll find something” Muletail decided and the little group started walking against the tide.
A couple hours later two warriors passed quickly not far from Muletail’s resting area. “Hassad we should have already reached them” “Ibrahim they cannot be too far; after we left the retreating Afridis we didn’t stop one second”

“yes we were lucky to pass thru them unnoticed, Baasim was not so lucky, they got him still tied and despatched him before continuing running.
Probably they are directed to Peiwar Kotal we have to go there to rejoin with our brothers”
And the couple restarted running west northwards missing their friends who continued on the Kurrum bank.
After few hours our friend discovered  a raft descending the river with few soldiers and some Pashtun on it.
“Look there is a raft descending the river”Mustafa shouted” better if we continue on this path, out of range of Afridis’jezails.
“Sarge look at those fellows! They could be Omar’s bandits”said the sepoy of the 40th Punjabi.
“Hei you what are you doing here?”cried the Sergent to Muletail’s group while few souldiers disembarked leaded by an elegant officer  to whom Muletail continued his story..
“Sahib we are trying to go to Matun, we are merchants, but we were robbed by Afridis bandits before the great Anglez victory, Hosoor. Colonel sahib destroyed all Afridis bandits and we could escape”

“Mmmh should be old crazy Fully” thought the office on the raft “are you not sadly angry for the battle?”
“oh no hosoor, we hate afridis bandits, they have stolen all our goods, now we have lost most of our money too,but we hope to make some good business in Matun market to restore our finance. We have collected these weapons left by routed Afridis and next time we will be able to defend ourselves.” “
“ok but you are now in a bad situation, all around is full of bandits groups.”said the officer, an old well known guy, the political officer Major Haldane, who organized the jirga and peace with Mahsuds for general Simmons few weeks ago “We are returning from Peiwar Kotal and these gallant gentlemen are escorting me back towards Bannu, but before  we’ll cross the river few miles southwards to collect some pastors returning from a missionary tour. We can help you to stay safe from those pesty bandits. You see, stay on the part of order and civilization, good merchants have nothing to fear from Queen’s own soldiers! We know of a british officer who is prisoner somewhere, we have lost any trace of him and now he could be everywhere. And if you’ll bring us good information about it or Turis political decisions you will be well compensate and recover by all robbery received by Afridis.”

“MemSahib thank you, may the Ruler bless you and your sons for decades. You are saving our lifes!” And the little group jumped on the raft leaving the bank and quickly they could descend on the opposite bank just few miles south while 2 ministers were recoverd on the boat.

“Thanks Majorsahib now we go for Matun, hope you will have a safe return to your cities and may Almighty always protect your great mother, the Queen” said Muletail and thought “yes but to your cities out of Punjab”

"a moment said one minister, my servant is directed to Matun and will be a good guide for you"
Muletail exchanged a glaze with Mustafa but said just "Thank you Hosoor, he will be really precious"
The little group left the Kurram bank westward but after few miles, out of Ferenghees’sight, turned southward, direction Waziristan,

“we are almost at home” said Mustafa “few days and we’ll be back to Wana”
“shut up Mustafà, here also rocks have ears, too silence, too quiet”
“Oh Hussein you see problems everywhere and…”
“Stop where you are and drop your weapons” said quietly a noisy guttural voice

“we are only poor merchants in peace, devoted pilgrims…”started Muletail, but the Khan of the encircling group  brutally interrupted
“Puppets and spies of Anglez! We saw you arrived on their boat, and they are not boatmen anxious to help poor Pashtuns”
“No, they helped us because we are peaceful Bunerwal merchants robbed by Afridis bandits and we are going to Matun”
“Now you are in the land of Turis, and this is not the right direction to go to Matun” replied coldly the khan of the group which encircled them.

“No, oh not again” Muletail thought “we just escape Afridis to be taken prisoners by Turis, we have to invent something…”

Mustafa had an idea of his: “Great Turis warriors please help us.” We have a meeting with some important Persian gentlemen to give them important news about war in Black Mountain.”
“And why noble Persian friends should speak with you about your heretic wars? We do not trust your bloody rules, we all follow the True Rule which came from Persia before the grandfather of my grandfater’s grandfather could die, may True Ruler accept him in the hall of all 6.”

“You are right mighty khan, Turis always were independent and always will be” said Mustafa, and Muletail thought “at least unless I will rule all Punjab”. Mustafa thought to the last words of the political officer and insisted:
“They want to know about an imprisoned British Officer, and we have some good secret information for them. We have taken this wrong road to cheat british, afridis and waziris spies if they followed us”
“If you go towards south you will reach Waziristan, the Khostwal tribal groups have combined with the Wazirs against their traditional enemies: we, the Turis. Very smart your gamble, we help you to have a deviation through some secondary trails and you will be soon in the right direction, disguising any indiscrete eye. We will escort you up to Khostwal borders, the waziris’ enemies are our friends”

“To this direction” shouted the khan and the group continued the march under the safe escort of Turis warriors, but…in the opposite directions, Waziristan has to wait again!
“do not worry Mustafà, you saved another time our group. In Khost we will find many friends” said Muletail, and then mumbling “…or at least it is what I hope…”
"Khostwal are good waziri's friend, I am Abdul and I will help you after reaching Matun" said the guide provided by the English pastor "I was surprised by your change of direction, but staying with you I was not detected as a Khostwal and killed. Follow me, from Matun we will return southward thru Garboz tribes, where Waziris are majority , and you’ll safely return home"

[Mad Guru]

RENDEZVOUS AT KHAIRABAD SWAMP

Betwen Kabul & Charasiab
beside the Logar River, 130 miles West of
Kunar Caravansary in Goshta & 43 hours from there by foot
(according to Google Sahib)...



Lies KHAIRABAD SWAMP...

After sunset a visitor from Kabul
appears on one of the swamp's tiny islets...

It's the serving woman who listened-in
on the parlay between the Iron Amir and
Mullah Sadullah at the Arg Palace in Kabul...

Her name is Maryam Singh and she's here for a
rendezvous of her own, not with a Mad Mullah or
the ruler of Afghanistan, but with her brother,
Jai Ho Singh, who lives a secluded life nearby
at the foot of Diwaalya Pusht Pahaarh*...

(*Brokeback Mountain)

Maryam tells her brother what was important enough to bring
her to the middle of the swamp in the middle of the night:

MARYAM SINGH: "The Iron Amir has agreed to trade 200 Martin-Henry rifles to Sarban Khan of the Yousufzai in exchange for... ... ..."





JAI HO SINGH: "In exchange for what, sister?"

MARYAM SINGH: "It's so absurd I can barely force myself to say it, yet say it I must..."



MARYAM SINGH (CONT'D): "One British officer.  Some young fool who gave himself the ague by eating raw olives just before Ghazis attacked Chakdara Outpost which had been under his command, after which he was captured.  One rifle... or ten perhaps.  But 200 HUNDRED?!  It is madness.  Sheer utter madness."



JAI HO SINGH: "Perhaps.  But perhaps it makes perfect sense to those who know more than you and I -- or perhaps it is the workings of the Mad Guru.  Whatever may have led to this bewildering and nefarious accord... the Colonel's got to know!"



MARYAM SINGH: "I knew you'd say something like that, which is why I had to come tell you."

JAI HO SINGH: "You've done well, my sister, and upheld our family name as the truest allies of the Raj!"



JAI HO SINGH (Cont'd): "But do you know where the rifles are to be delivered?"

MARYAM SINGH: "Kunar Caravansary, in Goshta."



JAI HO SINGH: "Bole So Nihal!"*

MARYAM SING: "Sat Sri Aka!"**

(*Shout aloud in ecstasy)
(**God is true & timeless)

Brother & Sister take leave of the swamp in opposite directions...

The sun has risen by the time Jai Ho
returns home to the foot of Diwaalya Pusht Pahaarh
to be greeted by his old friend & loyal housemate, Habibi Singh...

HABIBI SINGH: "What news, Jai Ho?"

JAI HO SINGH: "You won't believe it if I tell you.  All that matters is that I deliver said news to the Colonel before it's too late.  You shall stay and keep watch and be ready to stand in the gap, if needed."



HABIBI SINGH: "You forget yourself, Jai Ho.  It is I who was Risaldar Major of 2nd Punjab Cavalry, PFF*, whilst you were a mere Jemadar!"

(*Punjab Frontier Force)

JAI HO SINGH: "Hate to tell you, Habibi, but we're not in the regiment anymore -- plus I'm the one whose sister is posted at the Iron Amir's court in Kabul as a clandestine agent for the Political Branch.  Wait here a moment, I'll be right out..."







HABIBI SINGH: "Jai Ho, I thought you said we're not in the regiment anymore?!"



JAI HO SINGH: "This way when I reach the sahibs, they won't mistake me for a foe."

HABIBI SINGH: "But every Afghan will."



JAI HO SINGH: "That, Habibi, will be no mistake!"



JAI HO SINGH (Cont'd): "I must go now, my friend.  Never fear, never inspire fear!"

HABIBI SINGH: "Except in those who deserve it!"







HABIBI SINGH: "Bole So Nihal!"*

JAI HO SINGH: "Sat Sri Aka!"**

(*Shout aloud in ecstasy)
(**God is true & timeless)





As he watches his old friend ride off to deliver the vital information, Habibi reflects on how one thing is definitely true beyond any shadow of a doubt: their old warhorse looks better with Jai Ho on his back!

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Bravo Six]

Mad Guru, this is some FANTASTIC terrain and figures in this thread!!!!