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."
Front Page Magazine : āIt has been said truthfully that it is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press,ā Senator Zell Miller said at the Republican National Convention in 2004. āIt is the soldier, not the poet who has given us the freedom of speech.ā
āBut donāt waste your breath telling that to the leaders of my party today,ā the Democrat added.
Miller, a former Marine, was reviled by the same media trolls who had called Michael Mooreās Oscar rant a year earlier ācourageousā.
But there was nothing courageous in a lefty activist bashing Bush to an audience of fellow lefties.
Jimmy Carter had furiously written to Miller, āBy your historically unprecedented disloyalty, you have betrayed our trust.ā But Zell Miller had chosen loyalty to country, over loyalty to Carter.Miller had crossed party lines on conscience. Moore was safely barricaded behind his party line. He took no hits for what he said, except for the booing from the upper floors where the technical personnel, To Kill a Mockingbird style, tend to sit.
Instead he added more mansions and homes to his collection.
But that didnāt stop Moore from pretending that he had taken a great risk and was the victim.
Moore hired nine bodyguards, who he claimed were former Navy SEALS wearing ānight-vision goggles and other special equipment that Iām convinced few people outside CIA headquarters have ever seen.ā
He began retelling incidents in which his round-the-clock bodyguards stepped in to save his life that police had no record of. He claimed that a man rushed him with a knife on the stage in Nashville. āSomeone had to mop up the blood after the Seals took him away.ā
The Nashville police had no record of it. In New York, a SEAL took a āgraphite pencilā to the hand meant for Moore. In Fort Lauderdale, a SEAL took a cup of hot coffee to the face for Moore, suffering second-degree burns. The police had no record of it.
As a coward, Moore needed to cultivate a heoic image by surrounding himself with former men of action and telling stories about how they had saved his life. In his own perverse way, Moore was validating Millerās speech.