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 author, Kenan Malik, sometimes a critic of, and sometimes a sly
apologist for, Islam, claimed that there was a deep respect in
Renaissance Europe for the world of Islam. “Embodied in the Renaissance
view is certainly a sense of Islam as the other. But it is intertwined
with curiosity, respect, even awe. There is a willingness, too, to reach
beyond the otherness of Islam and to see the Muslim world not as demonic or exotic but as a variant of the European experience.”
He
states this; he does not prove it. Do “curiosity, respect, even awe’’
adequately describe what the people of Western Christendom felt about
the world of Islam as they watched, in horror, as the Muslim Turks
steadily conquered all of Byzantium, including, on May 29, 1453, what
had been for 500 years (he bullshits here, it was 1,000 years of Christendom) the largest and most splendid city of
Christendom, Constantinople? (Read here the rape and sack of Constantinople)
Malik offered as his sole evidence of this “deep connection between
Europe and Islam” in art a single painting by Gentile da Fabriano, “The
Adoration of the Magi,” from 1423, or rather, he offered a single
detail in that painting, in which, the author claimed, he could detect
Arabic writing in the halos of Joseph and Mary. But as Robert Spencer
has pointed out, this Arabic “writing” was not “writing” at all, but
merely the use of what is called Pseudo-Kufic, a script that the
Europeans of that time believed was also used in the time of Jesus.
Pseudo-Kufic was used as a decorative element, in non-Arabic contexts,
usually associated with the Holy Family, especially with Mary. And far
from being a sign of respect for Islam and the Arabs, it appears that
the artists who painted in a bit of Pseudo-Kufic wished to express a
cultural universality for the Christian faith, by blending together
various written languages, at a time when European Christians
entertained hopes for converting the Muslims.