Key Highlights
- Something stirred in the foliage 20 meters away.
- The sentry stiffened, cocked his gun and called out in Gondi, “Who is it?” “It’s me,” came the reply.
- The voice was of a former Naxal-turned-District Reserve Guard (DRG) – he had caught the glint of the sentry’s LMG in the moonlight.
- The familiarity worked; the sentry let his guard down.
- Seconds later, he was taken down.


