Rudyard Kipling"
āWhen 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 soldierā
General Douglas MacArthur"
āWe are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.ā
āIt is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.ā āOld soldiers never die; they just fade away.
āThe soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.ā
āMay God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .ā āThe object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
āNobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
āIt 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."
This is one helluva an article by Helen Ang in Malaysiakini. This is about Little Mullah Napoleons (LMNs) - edit
Recently I visited a National Service (NS) training camp where the girls were walking around in prim, closed-collar shirts. For reasons best known to the trainers, female trainees are forbidden to leave undone the topmost button of their outfit ā which looked like a hybrid of security guard-cum-factory worker uniform. Non-Muslim girls were given to understand that the two inches of bare flesh peeking out from the top of their neck is indecent exposure. The point is moot however for Muslim girls whose tudung conceal the collar.It seems to me that the NS is applying a ātutup auratā requirement on female trainees. Who determines the parameters of this āIslamic dress codeā stricture on non-Muslim NS participants? Indeed why should there be at all this regulation to fasten that one top button? What it has really come to is this: The powers-that-be have reached a stage where they are taking it upon themselves to micro-manage how Malaysians dress. The restrictive imposition above reflects how Little Mullah Napoleons (LMNs) are now poking their noses even down our necklines.
And these controversies concerning formal dressing keep erupting one after another. Non-Malay graduans are to wear songkok at convocation and their female counterparts the tudung. Directives on attire are making Malay or Muslim signifiers compulsory for Malaysiaās minorities.Our country is getting to be world famous for criminalising anything and everything under the sun. Not attending NS is criminal too. So like it or not, thereās no way that pampered middle-class teenagers can escape call-up. (The elites and upper classes, Iām reckoning, have their own ways and means of evading this onerous duty.)NS is like a forced coming together of two segregated worlds, the tectonic plates colliding and grating for three months. In the dorms, there is the artificially enforced social mixing where teens are alternated Malay, Chinese and Indian etc in their bedding arrangement. As with other ill-conceived and costly flip-flop policies in education, NS is a logic-defying, top-down fiat.
Its ostensible purpose is to integrate the races and this done amongst 18-year-olds. Itās a ātoo little, too lateā measure that is at odds with the world as Gen Y knows it. After leaving behind the NS regimen, will these teens be expected to revamp their wardrobe filling it with long-sleeve shirts, and remembering to button up completely? Or would they, upon their return to suburbia, thankfully revert to tank tops and mini skirts?Nowadays national schools train children to be Syariah-compliant. There is recitation of ādoaā at assembly and functions. Will the non-Muslim pupils have to raise their hands palm up for the Islamic prayer? Will they suffer punishment if they donāt? Well, Iāve heard that some indeed have been punished for not complying. A lot of the mischief comes from those in the Education Ministry and department heads who uninhibitedly hand down Ketuanan Melayu directives.
Have we heard of the LMNs who create havoc with their idiosyncratic rules and regulations ever handed a reprimand? If anything, their actions would probably fast-track them up the career ladder for services to Bangsa, Agama dan Negara. Concomitantly, these actions left unchecked are rendering Malaysia a place almost impossible to call home by citizens who are neither Malay nor Muslim. We can no longer tamp down these episodes of Islamist bigotry using the spot fire-fighting technique or approach. The problem has to be addressed at its root and the root cause is the almost total Malay domination of the teaching profession in the public sector. Note: As I go to press, thereās been another report of LMN terrorism in a suburban school. For the complete article subscription is required in Malaysiakini