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."
In the stealthy Malayan jungle war against the British, slim, scar-faced Yang Kuo slipped in and out of villages and rubber plantations under a dozen aliases, and boasted to Communist comrades that five British imperialists had died for each of his assumed names. From rain-forest hideaways, he trained and indoctrinated terrorists with such skulking zeal that he rose to the post of secretary of his state committee and finally to the job of vice secretary-general of the Malayan Communist Party.
Left : Malaya: Perak, Sungei Siput Physical description: Black & white Summary: A Canadian manufactured General Motors C15TA armoured truck, with the registration number BB5287, being used by unidentified members of the Malayan Police force in the state of Perak. Credit line: Donor J Milne
One night last week a patrol of rifle brigade troopers, accompanied by special branch officers and tracker dogs, saw shadowy figures rise and run for the edge of a rubber patch near the central Malayan town of Semenyih. They fired. One fell. Next day in Semenyih a handful of Communists who had given up identified the body of Yang Kuo. Said one, gazing down at their old master in murder: "We surrendered, and we still walk and see. Here lies former Comrade Yang Kuo, white-faced, pale and dead." British leaders were jubilant. Yang Kuo was the No. 2 Malayan Communist, second only to Chin Peng himself. The source.
RIP. My uncle. Little has been written about him. Just got some info and published materials about him from Betong's former CPM member. Now with this addition. Thanks.
RIP. My uncle.
Little has been written about him. Just got some info and published materials about him from Betong's former CPM member. Now with this addition. Thanks.