The War on Terror: Where Soldiers Bleed, and Politicians Bow

 

The War on Terror: Where Soldiers Bleed, and Politicians Bow

Pakistan has been the West’s most loyal pack animal for decades a dependable donkey that hauls chaos on command. Load it up with foreign funding, slap on the label of “strategic ally,” and send it trotting into South Asia to destabilize the region. Whether it was the Cold War, the War on Terror, or the eternal Kashmir circus, the West knew exactly how to use Pakistan: pay it just enough to stay broken and violent, but never enough to become stable or sovereign.

And now, it seems, the West has found another donkey. This time in Delhi.

Let’s not sugarcoat it. The War on Terror is not a war, it’s geopolitical theater. A long-running show where real soldiers die, civilians pay the price, and politicians spin the aftermath into photo ops and hashtags. Victory isn’t the goal — management is. Keep the terror just high enough to justify surveillance, funding, and foreign interference. Just low enough to pretend the system’s working.

And no, the war isn’t unwinnable because the enemy is too strong. It’s unwinnable because the world’s most powerful players only recognize terrorism when it’s convenient, when the victims are politically useful and the perpetrators are not close friends or economic assets.

Take the United States. Champion of democracy. Guardian of the free world. Or so it claims.

This is the same country where schoolchildren practice active shooter drills because domestic terrorists roam free. The same country where concertgoers and college students scan for exits before they enjoy the show. Where mass shooters get “mental health” diagnoses, but a foreign-sounding name still lands you on a watchlist.

And let’s not forget 9/11 the day America discovered that oceans don’t stop planes. But since then? A parade of domestic and foreign attacks. Still, only the “foreign” kind are called terrorism. Apparently, democracy only needs saving when the attacker’s passport has a visa stamp.

January 6th should’ve been the final nail. Armed mobs stormed the Capitol. Policemen died. Elected officials fled for their lives. Not a terrorist label in sight. Why? Because 95% of the attackers were white. Because the mob was incited by a sitting U.S. President. And because no one wanted to admit that terrorism doesn’t always come from “over there.”

Meanwhile, in South Asia, Pakistan continues doing what it’s always done best: auctioning off its soil for terror training, selling anti-India propaganda like subsidized grain, and whining about Kashmir to anyone with a microphone. And the buyers? China. The U.S. The UK. Whoever wants instability in the region, with plausible deniability baked in.

And this didn’t start yesterday. In 1947, the West carved India apart and called it diplomacy. Pakistan wasn’t born it was engineered. A permanent grievance, a weaponized identity, created to keep India in check. The wound hasn’t healed because the West has never let it.

Then came Narendra Modi. A nationalist thunderstorm in 2014. He promised to fix what Nehru, Indira, Vajpayee, and Manmohan Singh could not. He would end terrorism. Teach Pakistan a lesson. Change the map if needed. Indians listened. Indians believed.

And what did we get?

Pathankot. Uri. Pulwama. Pahalgam.

The body count grew. The speeches got louder. And the map of Pakistan? Untouched.

Then came the moment India had waited decades for.

After the Pahalgam attack, the Indian Armed Forces were finally given a green light. A real one. No backdoor handshakes, no half-measures. And within 72 hours, they allegedly did what the world thought impossible: struck Pakistan’s nuclear infrastructure. Cracked open the myth. Proved that the “nuclear deterrent” was a bluff more theater, less threat.

It was a moment of real victory. The kind that history remembers.

And then brakes.

Not from the Army. Not from the Indian people. But from Donald Trump.

Yes, that Donald Trump. The man who dodged the Vietnam War with a fake bone spur diagnosis, courtesy of a family doctor doing a favor for Fred Trump. The same Trump who couldn’t locate Kashmir on a map without Google and still decided he would speak on India’s behalf.

Without permission. Without consultation. Without shame.

Trump announced a ceasefire. For India. As if India was just another brand in his bankrupt portfolio.

And Modi? The man of the 56-inch chest? The nationalist juggernaut?

He said nothing.

No protest. No refusal. No indignation. The man who promised to redraw borders went mute while someone else erased his authority.

And then came the betrayal’s encore.

The BJP’s leaders, backed by their loyal media outlets, didn’t attack the foreign interference. They didn’t demand answers. They turned their cannons inward on the Indian Army.

Yes. The same Army that delivered results. That upheld its oath. That gave India its moment. They were mocked, questioned, and thrown under the bus to preserve a political narrative that had just collapsed.

Meanwhile, Pakistan the world’s favorite blackmailer walked away untouched. Again. Why? Because America needed it alive. China needed it dangerous. And Modi? He played along.

So here we are. A moment where India could’ve redefined its future, silenced its enemies, and proven its dominance wasted. Because two men one heartless, one spineless chose ego over principle.

Trump declared the ceasefire.

Modi accepted it.

The Indian Armed Forces won the battle.

The Indian government lost the war.

And it wasn’t even the first time.

1974: India conducts its first nuclear test. The West punishes it with sanctions.

1980s–90s: The West funnels Khalistani dollars through Pakistan. Punjab burns.

1998: India tests again. The West hits with more sanctions and helps Pakistan go nuclear.

Kargil: India shows restraint. The West calls it peace.

Mumbai, Parliament, Uri, Pulwama: Terror repeats. Modi talks. India bleeds.

And finally, after Pahalgam, the Army acts. And the world panics. Because, for once, India wasn’t playing its role.

So the U.S. stepped in. Trump made a call. And Modi folded.

And now, questions remain and must be answered:

• Who gave Trump the authority to speak for India?
• Why was a winning military campaign stopped mid-strike?
• Why was the Simla Agreement, which prohibits third-party mediation, ignored?
• What happened to reclaiming Pakistan-Occupied Kashmir?
• Was there a deal behind closed doors? Was a strategic victory traded for political favors or billionaire protection?

These aren’t wild theories. These are matters of national interest. If Modi sold India’s moment to protect himself or his inner circle, it’s not just a betrayal.

It’s treason.

The Indian Army showed up. Delivered. And then I was told to stand down by a man from another country, while our own Prime Minister watched.

India doesn’t need more slogans. Or photo-ops. Or strategic silence.

India needs accountability.

Because the only people who kept their promise to this nation wear olive green, not white kurtas.
And Narendra Modi?

He is not the leader India was promised. He is the silence that followed a soldier’s victory.