I was shot in the leg during the Bengal war. Two bullets entered my calf, but only one exited

“I was shot in the leg during the Bengal war. Two bullets entered my calf, but only one exited. I was lucky it didn’t hit any big veins or bones. They removed it, but I was in pain for a long time after. I spent two years as a Prisoner of War in India, and could only get a checkup once I was released and returned to Pakistan. That’s when they told me there was still a piece of the bullet in my leg – that was why it hurt so much. It was too risky to take it out then – so it’s still in there now. I returned to my village, to my mother, but there was nothing there – no money, no job. My leg healed well, so I applied to the police force, but the pay was little and the corruption big – I hated it. So, when I was offered a job as a Sherpa, guiding mostly Japanese expeditions to summit local mountains, I jumped at it. I felt fit and it was 10,000 rupees for a two-month expedition compared to 30 rupees a month with the police. At points, I carried up to 60kgs to heights of 7,000m, but I loved it and the bookings kept coming. I learnt some English, and about other cultures while having money to support my family. In 15 years I helped 75 people summit. I never lost anyone – though once we came close. We hit difficulty coming down. We had already reached the peak, so my client was happy to die on the mountain. He told me to leave him, but I wouldn’t. My wife came looking for me and the whole village was panicked. But, we made it. I miss those times. After 9/11 it all stopped – the tourists and the money. I’m building a little hotel, from the money I saved up, beside the Hunza river. I hope it’s going to be a great investment for my children and grandchildren when people start returning to visit these magnificent mountains.”