PLEASE GOD, NOT THIS...

JOHDPHUR: January 18
I imagine myself a foot soldier in an invading army. Mehrangarh Fortress is an island of rock soaring vertically out of the dust of our advance across the desert. Dust is in our throats and in our eyes and crusting our nostrils. Water is short. Food is almost non-existent. Already exhausted, we must storm fortification after fortification merely to reach the foot of the precipice above which soar the fortress walls. Please God, no, not this...