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."
Malaysian parents should never trust the NS camp people. They do not care about our children.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
By Prof Dr Mohamad Tajuddin Mohamad Rasdi Apr 22, 08 4:25pm
This is my fourth letter to the media about the dangers of our National Service programme. The latest victim makes the body count rise to twenty or more. It averages five deaths per year. I have appealed to the people who run the programme and also to this BN government but to no avail. This letter is then targeted to the parents of present and future National Service trainees. Whatās my concern? Simple. In all the twenty deaths I have followed closely, all of them, I believe, are caused by the carelessness and ādonāt careā attitude of the camp officers.
We will never know any truths of what happened in all the twenty cases simply because there have been no independent investigations done on any of them. We are fed the official āfactsā from those who are mostly responsible for the deaths. I have not seen or heard of any of the officers being disciplined or that the camps admitting any fault. How can we be so naive to believe the camp officersā report? Our children cannot just die of ālung infectionā or ācardiac arrestā just over a few days. What I hypothesise happens is that the trainees would complain of being sick and then being told to ājust tahanlah sikitā and probably sent off with some Panadol and words of reprimand.
The camp officers should have monitored the trainee for two days and if his or her situation was unchanged, then they should call the parents and sent him or her to the hospital. In almost all the cases when the trainees were sent to the hospital, the situation was beyond life saving. This is totally inexcusable. When my daughter began coughing one day when I met her at her NS camp, I asked whether she saw the camp nurse or not. She said the camp nurse did not really take care of her. After one week, when she still was coughing, I asked permission to take my daughter to a real doctor. The camp officers refused to give me permission.
I lost my temper and told them that I would take my daughter to the doctor and that was what I did. She was diagnosed with acute bronchitis. I kept her home for a week and when the coughing subsided, I let her go to the camp again. I told her to immediately inform me if she was sick or if she thought she might be molested by the camp officers. I told her I would immediately come and rescue her away from the camp.
The lesson here for Malaysian parents is never trust the NS camp people. They do not care about our children. Keep in contact with your children every three days and if they complain of anything you should jump in immediately and demand to see your child. Be aggressive with these people. They only understand brute authority. And when it comes to our children, we are the authority! Finally, if the BN government does not want to do anything about such incidences or allow a totally independent investigation by people appointed by the parents, then I think there are 82 parliamentarians who would listen.
So Malaysian parents please, for the sake of the lives of our children be smart and be wary. Malaysiakini