During the Nigerian Civil War!
It was one very rainy day in August 1969. We were preparing to advance to capture Umuahia, which was a still a Biafran stronghold. Our Brigade Major
ordered me and my crew to take our saladin tank and conduct a minor reconnasance mission before the advance.
After moving some kms ahead of our lines, our tank got bogged down by the mud and we got stuck. We radioed our situation but were told we could not get support until the next day so we were to sit tight and watch our backs. Then,out of the blue, we saw enemy soldiers screaming at us and shouting to surrender. There must have numbered up to 20. We did not stand a chance (we were 3!) so we laid down our arms. They immediately relieved us of our uniforms,boots and weapons leaving us with only our underwear. We were then handcuffed and told to march to their base.
After some hours, we finally got to their base. I was tired,angry and confused as to what would be our fates. Just as I was wondering what would be with my life, I spotted some who
looked very familiar. 'That is 300 Chima Udensi of Enugu house' (my house as well) I thought to myself. He had his rank on his shoulders which meant he was an officer in the Biafran army. I
wondered what would happen if he saw me. For some absurd reason, it didnt occur to me to call his name.
Later at night (we had been blindfolded), someone came,
grabbed and started leading me to somewhere. I started protesting but was given a heavy blow on my mouth which promptly shut me up. I could hear the person pulling me speaking Ibo to his comrades as he led me away. I was so scared! When we got somwhere, the person leading me suddenly said '268 Anjikwi Mwalima' (that is how we called ourselves, number and
name). I immediatly replied '300 Chima Udensi'. He loosed the roles and promptly hugged me. He then went on to say he was a captain (which was funny considering he couldnt have been
more than 21) and that that was his coy. We actually starting chatting abt NMS anf reliving our past times there.
After abt 15 mins he said 'anjikwi,they are going to execute your crew tomorrow. There was no way I was going to just sit and watched you killed. I lied to them that I hated your face and wanted to kill you thats how I was able to get you here'. I asked abt my crew but he said nothing could be done for them. He now removed a piece of bread, gave me and pointed towards the direction of the Nigerian lines. I stated crying, thanking him but he just said "Make sure you dont get
killed". And like that he was gone. I managed and got back to my lines, telling them I had escaped alone without the rest. Some days later we passed the two dead bodies of my crew. It was a poignant moment for me. I did not see Chima again until 2004 in Kaduna inside a bank. I recognised him instantly despite all the years passed (you dont forget the face of a man who saved your life) and shouted "300 Chima Udensi!". He looked at obviously suprised someone had identified him like that. He did not recognise me so I identifed myself. He immediately hugged me so tightly that we actually fell on the floor. We both cried.He then said that he had been told that the POW who had allegedly escaped(me) had been killed so he thought I didnt make it.
Everyone was just looking weirdly at us, but they could not undersatnad what we had gone
through.[b][/b]

Pure Joy

is dis a real story

Adufaye: is dis a real story

why not?

FRONT PAGE _PLS...this is soooo touching.....I was almost crying!