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."
Muslim Brotherhood jihad advocate Sayyid Qutb's writings newly popular in Egypt
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
From Jihad Watch : The Muslim Brotherhood's second great theorist, after its founder
Hasan al-Banna, was Sayyid Qutb, the father of modern jihad theory.
He
sharpened his distaste for the West while living in the United States
from November 1948 to August 1950. While hospitalized for a respiratory
ailment in Washington, D.C., in February 1949, he heard of the
assassination of al-Banna, an event which, he later claimed implausibly,
set the hospital staff to open rejoicing.
His disgust with the gaudy materialism of postwar America was
intense. He wrote to an Egyptian friend of his loneliness: "How much do I
need someone to talk to about topics other than money, movie stars and
car models." Moving to Greeley, Colorado, he was impressed by the number
of churches in the city, but not with the piety they engendered:
"Nobody goes to church as often as Americans do. . . . Yet no one is as
distant as they are from the spiritual aspect of religion." He was
thoroughly scandalized by a dance after an evening service at a local
church: "The dancing intensified. . . . The hall swarmed with legs . . .
Arms circled arms, lips met lips, chests met chests, and the atmosphere
was full of love."
The pastor further scandalized Qutb by dimming the
lights, creating "a romantic, dreamy effect," and playing a popular
record of the day: "Baby, It's Cold Outside." He regarded American
popular music in general with a gimlet eye: "Jazz is the favorite music
[of America]. It is a type of music invented by [American] Blacks to
please their primitive tendencies and desire for noise."
