Rudyard Kipling"
“When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldier”
General Douglas MacArthur"
“We are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.”
“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.”
“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .” “The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
“Nobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
SOME nations are born, others are made—such as the new nation of Malaysia Friday, Apr. 12, 1963
Sunday, September 10, 2006
SOME nations are born, others are made—such as the new nation of Malaysia, which is coming to life under the guidance of the man on TIME'S cover this week. Prime Minister Tunku Abdul Rahman. It is a complex and colorful story, and one for which we have devised a different method of telling.
The cover was painted by one of Australia's top artists, William Dobell. Inside, in the World section, you will find eight pages of color photographs, which seek to capture the primitiveness, the modernity, the ruggedness and the beauty of this new island nation, whose principal connecting highway will be the sea. Along with the photographs goes a vivid map by R. M. Chapin Jr. showing Malaysia's divisions, topography, population and crops. And after this introduction comes the three-page cover story on the Tunku, written by Contributing Editor John Gregory Dunne.
This oddly assembled, but imaginatively conceived country depends more than anything else on the popularity and sound sense of the Tunku, whom Hong Kong Bureau Chief Charles Mohr describes as "one of the most relaxed, cheerful and modestly friendly cover subjects" he has ever interviewed. To the source in full.....