Arjan Singh, Padma Vibhushan, DFC, is a soldier’s soldier, much like the other two recipients of the honour, Field Marshals S.H.F.J. Manekshaw and K.M. Cariappa. It is the highest rank for an officer of the armed forces, and is equivalent of the rank of Field Marshal of the Army.

The following are excerpts from the interview:

"I WAS always fascinated by aircraft flying. I first saw them when they flew over our village at Lyallpur. The route from Lahore to Karachi was right over our village and I knew that I wanted to be in those planes.

I just managed to get into Government College, Lahore, which only took first divisioners then. I spent three- and- a- half years there. I was trained in England as there was no arrangement for training in India. We started our training in 1938 and it was supposed to last two years. Then the war started in Europe in September 1939 and we were commissioned in December. There was a shortage of pilots everywhere — in the Royal Air Force and the Indian Air Force, which had only one squadron at Ambala. Prithipal Singh (from the royal house of Patiala) and I were the last two men to join the RIAF from Cranwell in January 1940.... We were the last to join and complete the squadron.

From there I went to Karachi and then to the North West Frontier Province. This experience was like fighting in Afghanistan. The countryside is exactly like in Afghanistan and there are no big targets that you can hit. They are in caves, in the valleys and so on.

We flew Westland Wapiti (a bomber/reconnaissance biplane multi-purpose aircraft, typical for the RAF aircraft of the interwar period), Hawker Audax (a variant of the Hart for Army co-operation role, it saw widespread use both in the UK and India. The last Audaxes were used in India and Iraq) and Hawker Hurricane (it combined a biplane structure with a monoplane layout. The Hurricane was sturdy and reliable).

At that time, the British idea was not even to have a complete administrative control of the area, but to give a real target to the soldiers. My experience is that unless you see the bullets coming towards you, hitting you, you have never had an experience of war. The first few times that you have these bullets coming, you are afraid. I was afraid. In the first, initial part of any fight, I must say that people get afraid. In fact, in 1940, my Hawker Audax was shot down in the NWF by the Pathans. They used to capture arms, machine guns and so on from British troops. Indian soldiers would rather die than give up their arms.

Crash-landing

I crashed in a dry stream, a bit like the Ghaggar near Chandigarh, between two hills in which there was a fight going on between the British troops, on one side, and the Pathans, on the other. My gunner, Gulam Ali, a very good man, was injured in the crash. I stayed on with him till he could be evacuated. I am still in touch with him. Gulam Ali lives in Germany now. But it was not much, within two weeks I was flying again — in the same area.

Our fighting on the NWF prepared us for the fight against the Japanese. Air Commodore Meher Singh distinguished himself both in the NWF and against the Japanese and was awarded the Distinguished Service Order.

I went to Imphal in 1943. By this time I had jumped four ranks and was a Squadron Commander, in the rank of a Squadron Leader. The Imphal Valley was surrounded by the Japanese and the only land route had been cut off by the Japanese. We were provided supplies by the American Air Force, which also used to fly over the hump to China and deliver rations, ammunition and fuel to us.

Our squadron was kept in the valley and played a major role in helping the valley withstand the siege. This gave us a chance to prove that the Indian Air Force could fight against well-established enemies. I got the Distinguished Flying Cross (DFC) that was awarded by Lord Mountbatten. Later on, my squadron got eight DFCs—a record among all squadrons, whether Indian or British.

The trouble in Jammu and Kashmir started in October 1947. Pakistani tribals started coming into Kashmir, many were regular troops in civilian clothes, fully supported and supplied by the Pakistan Army. Our Army had a very good experience of fighting in the NFW and Burma. However, the Air Force had tremendous confidence.

Pakistan started the 1965 war first. They infiltrated into Kashmir and attacked the Chamb- Jaurian sector. I was told by General J. N. Chaudhary that the Army was finding it difficult to stop this attack. Could the Air Force help? We both went to the Defence Minister, Mr Y. B. Chawan, who gave the permission within a few minutes. He asked: "Can you do it?"

I said: "We just can. If you give orders now, we may be able to attack before night." We were able to attack the Pakistan troops and, unfortunately, some of our own troops as well. It was a major achievement. The Pakistani objective of capturing the Akhnoor bridge was never achieved.

The 1965 war was too short for us. I was disappointed when the ceasefire was announced because in my opinion, the war was going on well for us. We were able to attack every place in Pakistan from here. Pakistan could not send planes beyond Ambala! They could not even reach Delhi, let alone Mumbai or Ahmedabad. We had minimal causalities in the Air Force.

It was our experience in World War II that equipped us to fight the war so well. Two of our best fighters were Air Commodore Mehar Singh, MVC, DSO, and Wing Commander K.K. Majumdar, DFC and Bar. Both had experience in World War II.

Our country was rather lukewarm (then) about building our defence services, spending on them and arming them. Our ageing leaders at that time had great faith in non-violence. They believed in the goodness of mankind, not realising that once it comes to fighting, you’ve got to fight them out. That’s why we suffered badly in 1962.

No doubt, to have modern defence services, your economy has to be strong. Unless the country is secure, unless the business people know that the country will not be easily attacked, let alone defeated, they will never try to establish factories near the border. I think that this was the reason why Punjab, Haryana, Rajasthan and Gujarat did not have that many industries. Now the people know that the armed forces are in a position to defend the county.

Pakistan’s Air Marshal Asghar Khan was a friend of mine. I am still in touch with him. He is a very good officer and we both have a lot of respect for each other. It was during the Rann of Kutch incident in 1964 that Pakistani tanks came into our territory. The IAF did some sorties to find out their positions, etc. But Pakistanis thought that the Indian Air Force would come into play there. Asghar called to suggest that both air forces should not get involved in the fighting. I readily agreed because I had discussed that kind of a situation with the Defence Minister Y. B. Chavan. Both Prime Minister Lal Bahadur Shastri and Defence Minister Chavan did not want a war in the Rann of Kutch because we were not prepared for a war in that area at that time and Pakistanis were well prepared.

I was the Chief of Air Staff for five years as against the normal term of three years. After I retired, I was just 50 years old, the government asked me to be the Ambassador to Switzerland. I had first visited the country in 1938 and I had liked the country since I used to go skiing there quite often.

I was the Ambassador to the Vatican at the same time, to the court of Pope John Paul VI. We used to have a lot of discussions and he liked me. People often wondered what a military man was doing with a Man of Peace! But he was quite interested in India, Pakistan, and East Pakistan (Bangladesh) and the people there.

I was then appointed Ambassador to Kenya. It was a very interesting post because the Kenyans, in direct contrast to the behaviour of Uganda’s Idi Amin, wanted the Indians to stay. The community there was insecure and many migrated to the West.

I was able to help people during my tenure as Lieut-Governor of Delhi, though I held the post only for a year. It was during this period that the road signs also came up in Punjabi as Punjabis constitute more than 14 per cent of the population of Delhi.

As a Member of the Minorities Commission, my job was to look after the problems of the minorities. I did not have too many problems of the Sikhs since by nature they are problem solvers themselves. However, I must point out that the Muslim community does have many problems of marginalisation.

When the anti-Sikh violence took place, I joined other prominent Punjabis in a joint forum and we went to the then President Giani Zail Singh, on November 1, 1984, to ask him to call out the Army. He attempted to contact the Prime Minister and the Home Minister. Unfortunately, the deployment of the Army was delayed till the evening. As a result, many lives were lost. It was a politically-inspired situation and I do not blame any particular community for it.

We owned land in Pakistan and were allotted land in Punjab after Partition. I sold off my land because I could not take care of it as I was in service. In fact, when I told Sardar Swaran Singh, in whose constituency my land fell, how much I had sold it for, he chided me for selling it below the market rate.

I am in touch with most of my friends and associates, even those whom I knew since Lyallpur days. One should always keep friendships alive.

I have always been a family man. I do not drink and don’t socialise much. My wife Teji has been my life-partner for 54 years and our son Arvind is a professor in America. I feel that no matter how busy I have been, I have always managed to take out time for my family."

I started reading The Tribune in the ’20s at Lyallpur. When I was in Montgomery this was a popular paper. I came to Lahore in 1935 and started reading both The Tribune and the Civil and Military Gazette. It had military news, whereas The Tribune gave an all-round coverage. These papers played a role in forming my ideas and shaping my attitude towards life.

I left Lahore in 1938 and went abroad for training where I read The Times and some naughty papers like the Sun. But I always maintained my contact with The Tribune, wherever I may have been.

File photos courtesy: Pushpinder Singh/Vayu