Service No : SS-44448A
Birth Place : Gurdaspur, Punjab
Last Rank: Lieutenant
Unit: 15 Maratha LI
Arm/Regt : Army Ordinance Corps
Awards : Ashoka Chakra
Year of Martyrdom: Aug 20, 2011
Lt Navdeep Singh hailed from Gurdaspur district of Punjab and was born in a military family, as his father, Subedar Major Joginder Singh served in the Bengal Sappers for 30 years and retired as Honorary Captain. His grandfather was a junior commissioned officer as well, making him a third-generation soldier. In 2006, he completed his graduation in hotel management from IHM-Gurdaspur and continued his education to get a Postgraduate degree in management from the Army Institute of Management, Kolkata, three years later.
But despite his corporate qualifications, he chose to adhere to his patriotic urge to serve the army and joined the Officers Training Academy of the Indian Army in Chennai as a cadet. He was commissioned in the year 2010 into the Army Ordnance Corps, the corps responsible to provide logistics support to the Indian Army during war and peace. However Lt Navdeep Singh got his first posting to a infantry unit 15 Maratha Light Infantry, deployed in Jammu and Kashmir for counter insurgency operations.
Gurez sector Operation: 20 Aug 2011
During 2011, Lt Navdeep Singh’s unit was deployed in Gurez sector in north Kashmir. Lt Navdeep Singh was made the commander of the Ghatak platoon, capable of undertaking special operations. “Ghatak” is a Hindi word meaning killer or lethal and all infantry battalions have a Ghatak platoon that specializes in commando operations. On 19 Aug 2011, Lt Navdeep Singh’s unit received information that a group of 17 hard core terrorists had infiltrated into the Indian territory in the Gurez sector. The Ghatak platoon led by Lt Navdeep was tasked to stop and eliminate the dreaded terrorists. Lt Navdeep gauged the possible infiltration route and deployed his troops tactically to take on the terrorists.
Soon the terrorists were spotted in the expected area and Lt Navdeep leading from the front charged at them killing three of them. A fierce gun battle ensued with heavy exchange of fire. Lt Navdeep then saw a fourth terrorist and moved swiftly to take a position of advantage but got hit in his head. Undeterred he killed the fourth terrorist and in a show of raw courage, moved an injured soldier to safety and kept firing till he collapsed. A total of 12 terrorists were eliminated during the operation and the infiltration bid was foiled successfully. Lt Navdeep later succumbed to his injuries and was martyred at the age of 26 years.
Lt Navdeep Singh was given the nation’s highest peace time gallantry award, ” Ashok Chakra” for his exceptional courage, indomitable spirit and supreme sacrifice.
The citation for Ashoka Chakra Award reads him to :
Lieutenant Navdeep Singh was Ghatak Platoon Commander of 15 Maratha Light Infantry deployed in the High Altitude Area near the Line of Control.
On receiving information about the infiltration of a group of terrorists at about 0030 hours on 20 August 2011, the officer gauged the likely route of the terrorists and laid an ambush at the appropriate spot. When the terrorists were spotted, the ambush was sprung by the officer himself. An exchange of intense fire ensued. Leading from the front, the officer eliminated three terrorists at close range. On seeing another terrorist approaching their position, with utter disregard for his personal safety, the officer swiftly changed his firing position. While doing so, he got hit by a bullet on his head. He nevertheless managed to eliminate the fourth terrorist. Further, displaying utmost bravery and comradeship, he pulled an injured fellow-soldier to safety and kept firing till he became unconscious due to excessive blood loss.
Lieutenant Navdeep Singh displayed his indomitable spirit, determination, and exceptional bravery while putting down the terrorists and making the supreme sacrifice for the nation.
A heartwarming tribute by a proud Indian citizen to Lt Navdeep Singh AC:
I learnt about your demise from the ticker tape on one of the news channels. It was a big encounter and a very fierce one at that. A feeling of deep sadness enveloped me as I reflected on your youth which had been sacrificed in the Gurez sector in the line of duty.
What does your death mean?
You were too young to die, far too young! For whom and for what did you die then? This question haunted me last night and I will attempt to answer you.
You were probably from a village or a small town of India. You were perhaps the son of an army officer or JCO, or from an urban or rural civilian background. You could not be from one of the big cities where iron has entered the soul of our youth and where the only driving motivator is quest for money in the surreal environment of the corporate world.
Why did you join the army? Of course to get a job. But then that is over simplifying the question. You were possibly motivated by the traditions in your family and clan, you were probably enthused by the sight of your elder brothers, uncles or other men from your community in uniform, you were perhaps enchanted by the cantonment life where you may have spent your growing years.
On your last journey, you would not have got the adulation from the government that a martyred soldier gets in the US. Your name will not be read out in any obituary reference in Parliament, as is done in the UK for all soldiers who fall in combat in the line of duty. Your name will not be etched on any national memorial because we do not have one!
Symbolically you will become the Unknown Soldier for the nation, for whom the flame burns at India Gate, but your name will not be etched there. The names engraved on that monument are of the soldiers who died fighting for the British Indian Army and not those who have made the supreme sacrifice for Independent India! Can it get more ironic?
But do not despair, Lieutenant. Your comrades will do you proud! The senior-most officer would have led the homage that your brother officers will pay you before you left the Valley of Kashmir one last time. Your unit representatives must have escorted your body home. You would have been carried to the funeral pyre draped in the flag for which you died fighting.
The darkened and tearful eyes of your grief-stricken mother and the stoic figure of your father, benumbed by the enormity of this tragedy, will move even the most cynical.
I do not know Lieutenant at what stage of the encounter you fell, mortally wounded. But the fact that you were there on the lonely vigil across the Line of Control in Gurez, is enough to vouch for your valour. Your unit and formation commanders will see to it that you get the gallantry award which you so richly deserve. In due time your father or your mother will be presented the medal and parchment of your gallantry, which will be framed and find pride of place in your home.
Time will dull the bitterness of this tragic parting, which right now is the only feeling that engulfs your parents and siblings in its enormity.
Lieutenant you were lucky. You did not live long enough to get married and leave behind a grieving widow. You did not live long enough to have children. For when they would have come of age you would have seen in them a cynicism towards the army for which you died.
You will not see a young son who thinks his father is a hero and wants to follow his footsteps in joining the army only to be harshly dissuaded by his mother (or father) from following a profession which ranks so low for the youth of our country.
You were lucky not to serve long enough to see the army getting belittled. You did not live long enough to see the utter indifference and disdain for the army. Like you, a large number of valiant soldiers laid down their lives on the rocky heights of Kargil, fighting against self-imposed odds. Today it is not even felt fit to publicly commemorate the anniversary of that stupendous military victory in a befitting manner, a war won by the blood of young men.
But do not despair Lieutenant. Your name will be etched for posterity in the annals of your Unit and your Regiment. A silver trophy with your name inscribed on it, will grace the centre table of the Unit mess. You will also find your name in the unit Quarter Guard, where annual homage will also be paid to you. The war memorials at the Formation HQ where you served and your Regimental Centre will proudly display your name for eternity.
If you joined the Army through the NDA, your name will be written in the Hut of Remembrance through which each cadet will pass, paying homage before his Passing Out Parade.
There will be an obituary reference to you from your comrades in the papers, which will be flipped over by most but which will be read in detail by people who have a connect with those who wear or wore the uniform.
As your parents head into the evening of their life, memories of your valour will be their most precious possession. When ever your mother will think of you her eyes will mist over but there will be more stars in them than you ever wore on your shoulders.
Your father may speak quietly about you but no one will miss the swell of pride in his chest. For your siblings you will always remain the real hero, and for that matter even for your community and village. A school or a road may well be named after you and you will become a part of the local folklore.
You died Lieutenant, because when the test came, you decided that you could not let down your family, your clan and your comrades, who always expected, without ever saying so, to do your duty. You, Lieutenant, have done more than your duty and made your memory their hallowed possession.
Lieutenant you did not die in vain!
A statue has been erected in his honour at the Govt. College Gurdaspur.