The Pakistani military or ‘establishment’, like Pakistan itself, is deeply divided. On one end are the jolly-ho sort of entitled revellers, who drink whisky to the tune of bagpipes in the Officer’s Mess; on the other, the decidedly more dour and bearded types, whose allegiance is to what they regard as ‘Divine Truth’.
Initially run by British-India cadets trained at Sandhurst (later at Fort Bragg in the US, as imperial power changed hands), the likes of Field Marshal Ayub Khan, Yahya Khan, or even Pervez Musharraf were known to down many ‘chotaas’ (small peg) of distinguished malts in napkinned cut-glasses.
It is a perennial tightrope of pretending to be the soldiers of the only nation to be born in the name of religion in the world, Pakistan, whilst still appealing to the ‘West’ as the only institution capable to keep Pakistan together.

