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."
How screwed up the French are !!! This is way beyond parody, way beyond sarcasm.
This is way beyond
believable reality. They were shouting “Daesh” — i.e., “Islamic State” —
and wearing Islamic clothing, while slitting a priest’s throat a la Qur’an 47:4 (“When you meet the unbelievers, strike the necks”) and the
Telegraph tells us not once, but twice in the space of seven short
paragraphs that his motive is unknown?
Can you imagine being a reporter
writing in Warsaw on September 1, 1939 that German soldiers were coming
across the border in large numbers and killing Polish soldiers, and
authorities were searching for their motive — while Polish authorities
assured us that their open-borders policy would continue? What did Fr. Jacques Hamel do? Did he draw Muhammad?
How did he
provoke the poor dears? Or maybe they’re coming for all non-Muslims, no
matter how desperately the political and ecclesiastical leaders of
Europe and North America try to placate them? “Live / Normandy siege: knifemen ‘shouted Daesh and slit 84-year-old
priest’s throat’ after taking nuns hostage in church before being shot
dead,” by David Chazan and James Rothwell, Telegraph, July 26, 2016:
