OG (Olive Green) Stories

  🇮🇳 OG Stories Tales of the Olive-Green Uniform The Olive-Green (OG) soldier’s dress— it isn’t just a shade of green. It is the emblem of the Indian Army, a living creed— a symbol of unity, love, honor, discipline, grit, and faith. A song of patriotism, a poem written in duty. Come, let us bathe in the shimmering fountain of its majesty— let us thrill to its radiance. Here you will find pain and laughter, camaraderie and love… the wonder of a mother’s embrace, the pride of serving the nation, the mark of sacrifice— all woven into these OG stories #OGStories #OliveGreenUniformTales #BulletProofHeart #IndianArmy #bellala #nature #Army

  🇮🇳 OG Stories #1: “Bullet-Proof Heart” Tales of the Olive-Green Uniform The Olive-Green (OG) soldier’s dress— it isn’t just a shade of green. It is the emblem of the Indian Army, a living creed— a symbol of unity, love, honor, discipline, grit, and faith. A song of patriotism, a poem written in duty. Come, let us bathe in the shimmering fountain of its majesty— let us thrill to its radiance. Here you will find pain and laughter, camaraderie and love… the wonder of a mother’s embrace, the pride of serving the nation, the mark of sacrifice— all woven into these OG stories. 1. “Bullet-Proof Heart” Rajasthan’s border— a blistering summer day touching 50 °C. Training had barely ended, and the call of the frontier was already waiting. “Sir, you gave us bullet-proof jackets,” a young soldier chuckled to his buddy, “but what do we strap over this heart?” Their platoon was on patrol— first task, first day. Tension climbed with the temperature; under that fur...

“OG Stories – A Soldier’s Journey in Olive Green There are many uniforms in this world... but Olive Green is not just cloth—it is a commitment. My name is Gopinatha Rao. I wore Olive Green not as a fashion—but as faith. My first duty was in the majestic but unpredictable terrain of Jammu and Kashmir . I rode the green Bullet, boots firm, rifle ready, but heart full of purpose. I still remember the first time I felt the weight of the star on my shoulder flap . It wasn’t decoration. It was dedication . That star carries sleepless nights, brotherhood in blood, prayers from distant mothers, and promises made to the flag. This blog is my OG Diary . Through stories, reflections, and photos, I will take you through: Lessons from Army life Life behind the badge Unsung memories of patrols, friendships, sacrifices And yes, even moments with my loyal friend – the Bullet motorcycle If you’ve ever felt pride, discipline, duty, or deep emotion at the sight of the Tricolour flutteri...