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Oh Captain! My Captain: Remembering Brigadier Hassan Shah

Brigadier General Hassan Shah was a legendary Adjutant of Cadet College Hasanabdal. Back then, the young Captain Hassan Shah was in the prime of his life. He commanded our respect and admiration in every way. He cut quite an awe-inspiring figure when he would inspect us on his favorite Polo horse Tipu and use his mallet to poke us if anything was awry. He was himself an Abdalian and knew every trick we boys had up our sleaves to fool him. He even knew our hiding places for girly magazines.

Our beloved Adjutant died from a heart attack on May 5th, 2020 in Peshawar Pakistan. May he be forever young, strong, commanding and ride off into the blue yonder on his favorite Polo horse Tipu.

PS: Please email any good pictures you have of our beloved Adjutant and I will add it to the photo gallery.

Walt Whitman wrote a perfect ode to represent the feelings of many of us Abdalian boys for our beloved Captain Hassan Shah:

O Captain! My Captain!
BY WALT WHITMAN
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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