When the guns finally fell silent after the fighting of 10 September (1965), the battlefield around Asal Uttar revealed itself slowly, almost reluctantly. The air carried the residue of cordite and burnt fuel. The sugarcane fields stood trampled and flattened, their tall stalks crushed under the weight of steel. There was no dramatic moment of collapse, no single act that marked the end. Instead, the signs of victory emerged in fragments. Abandoned tanks stood where they had halted, some intact, others damaged, many simply silent. Radios still crackled in a few turrets, engines had gone cold, and crews were nowhere to be seen.