‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘I have heard in Akashvani. I am going to Delhi. ‘ When he turned around to say that, he looked as if he was lost somewhere. It seems, not in itself.
‘Good luck, Mrs. Gandhi.’ I broke the silence. He turned and smiled. He then shook hands with me and said, ‘Good luck to you too, General .’…
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Our war with Pakistan has begun. Talking to the Prime Minister (he was then in Calcutta) I returned to my office in Fort William. My Chief of Staff General Jacob Mess has brought a Black Dog. A glass of whiskey was given to all the officers and consultants present at the table. We picked up a glass and drank to celebrate our possible victory in Bangladesh. We also drank a pot in honor of Yahya Khan to start the war at a time convenient to us. Then we came to work. At first I delivered the day’s orders to the troops under my command.
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