A young South Indian subaltern joins a pure Sikh artillery regiment knowing no Punjabi and unable to differentiate Jarnail Singh from Karnail Singh. What follows is twenty-five years of Army life, no poster ever shows.

He never quite masters the language, but he learns to listen. From Udhampur to the deserts of Rajasthan, he collects every misheard order, mangled phrase, and straight-faced disaster. Nobody is spared, from the young recruit to the General himself. Here they are, fired off one loose round at a time.

Funny, utterly unpretentious, and full of real bonding, this is the Army way of life, as actually lived by soldiers, in a regiment where laughter and camaraderie hold them together as a disciplined force.