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."
The epicentre of terrorism, Pukistan...oops Pakistan
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
No matter what they say, they are exactly that. Look at how they treat their minorities. They slay them. Look at how they push the 'blasphemy laws' in the United Nations. I hope the Americans wake up when the next time the Pakis face a natural disaster, let them ask it from their own kind and not depend on the infidels. Pukistan was built on the blood of Hindus.
(US) Have you noticed something about Muslims. If they don't get their way they moan, if they get their way they moan and if somebody else gets their way..they moan.
Every time an Islamic terrorist incident has transpired in a western country, The message is sent out (Quite correctly) that not all Muslims are terrorists. In an Islamic one, they have no problem in venting their spleens in attacking non-Muslims. Be it Egypt Pakistan, Nigeria or even Tunisia. Crowds of the faithful have no problem attacking anybody or anything which doesn't belong to their very own special club.
After 9/11, Muslims around the world had no problem celebrating the murders of over 3,000 innocent people. They handed out sweets, paraded in their thousands and burnt (As usual) the US flag.
Yesterday, thousands of people in the US, celebrated the death of Osama Bin Laden. The man who is responsible for dividing the world, the man responsible for thousands of deaths and the man who has placed Islam under the spotlight of the entire world. After a decade of chasing him down he was finally caught, killed, bagged and dumped at sea within 24 hours. Did they burn another country's flag...No. Did they burn down the nearest mosque...No. Did they attack on mass Muslims...No. The people who chanted USA,USA,USA did so because the man who started a war against them, was finally run down after 10 years on the run.For a lot of Americans this was closure at last. You'd think that American Muslims would feel the same way. Silly me they don't. Continued here to the 'Eye On The World'
