Mission — Raniganj

Gill shouted from the bottom: "Don't pull! Push! Twist the cable!"

It was November 1989. The air in Raniganj, West Bengal, was thick with coal dust and the rumble of machinery. For the miners at the Mahabir Colliery, it was another sweltering day inside the earth’s belly. But 300 feet below the surface, a silent enemy was waiting. Mission Raniganj

The owner laughed. "How do you get them out? Drill a straw from 150 feet above? They’ll drown before you hit rock." Gill shouted from the bottom: "Don't pull

The first problem was time. The trapped miners had only flashlights and a single telephone line that still crackled with static. Their voices, relayed up, were haunted: "The water is rising. We can see the ceiling getting closer. We're singing hymns." The air in Raniganj, West Bengal, was thick

For the next 48 hours, Gill refused to leave the mine. He sent food and milk down the hole. He sang folk songs over the telephone line to keep morale up. He personally strapped every single miner into the capsule—each time whispering, "Close your eyes. Breathe slow. You are going home."

"Who goes first?" the officials asked.

On the third lift, the cable frayed. On the eleventh lift, the winch motor overheated and smoked. On the thirty-third lift, a young miner panicked, thrashed inside the capsule, and nearly knocked it off its guide rail. Gill, from below, reached up and held the rail steady with his bare hands until the man calmed down.