About the book: 1996 / “So,” said the regimental chaplain, “everything was done correctly, quite correctly, and I am very pleased with Rutton Singh and Attar Singh. They reaped the fruits of their lives. The chaplain folded his hands and sat down on the veranda. The hot day was over, the pleasant smell of food was wafting among the barracks, half-dressed people were walking back and forth, holding wicker trays and mugs of water in their hands. The regiment was at home and resting in its barracks, in its own area…»