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."
Chinese citizenship is strictly limited. Monday, May 19, 1952
Friday, November 03, 2006
So long as the peaceful Chinese in Malaya sympathize with the Communist guerrillas in the jungle, and even actually help them, peace is something that the sword alone cannot win.
On the Malay Peninsula, which is about the size of Florida, Malays and Chinese are now about equal in numbers (2,500,000 each). But only in Singapore, which is a British Crown Colony, do native-born Chinese have full British citizenship. In the peninsula's eleven other political units (nine of them still ruled by local nabobs under British "protection"), Chinese citizenship is strictly limited. Hoping to lessen this discrimination, the British in 1946 set out to organize the country into a Malayan Union. But the old Malay hierarchies, fearing that the Chinese might outvote them, threatened to revolt. The British compromised on a Federation of Autonomous States in which the Chinese still did not have a franchise.
The situation was readymade for the Communists, whose leaders and guerrillas are almost all Chinese. Today they get direct support from 300,000 immigrant Chinese squatters, and have the tacit sympathy of many Chinese merchants.
Last week the Federal Legislative Council approved a bill offering federal citizenship to 200,000 Chinese residents. This is less than one-tenth of the Chinese population, but it is the first hopeful step towards a wider participation by the Chinese in democratic government in Malaya. The source.
