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."
The rape and sack of Constantinople by the Muslims 1453 - Ottoman Empire built on the blood of Christians
Friday, August 24, 2018
In The sack of Constantinople in 1453,
I quoted a very vivid description of the sack on Constantinople, found
online and attributed to Critobulos, the renegade who served the Muslim
attackers and wrote a history of the event.
In The sack of Constantinople in 1453 (Part 2) I
gave the Riggs translation of the relevant passages, which seemed
rather different. It looked to me as if the source for the online
passage was an English translation by Halliday of a book by Guerdan.
When the orgy of killing had spent
itself, rape took its place. Here is an extract from Critobulus, the
Christian renegade who had entered the Sultanās service.
āNothing will ever equal the horror of
this harrowing and terrible spectacle. People frightened by the shouting
ran out of their houses and were cut down by the sword before they knew
what was happening. And some were massacred in their houses where they
tried to hide, and some in churches where they sought refuge. The
enraged Turkish soldiers . . . gave no quarter.
When they had massacred
and there was no longer any resistance they were intent on pillage and
roamed through the town stealing, disrobing, pillaging, killing, raping,
taking captive men, women, children, old men, young men, monks,
priests, people of all sorts and conditions . . . there were virgins who
awoke from troubled sleep to find those brigands standing over them
with bloody hands and faces full of abject fury.
This medley of all
nations, these frantic brutes stormed into their houses, seized them,
dragged them, tore them, forced them, dishonoured them, raped them at
the crossroads and made them submit to the most terrible outrages. It is
even said that at the mere sight of those savages many girls were so
stupefied that they almost gave up the ghost. Old men of venerable
appearance were dragged by their white hair and piteously beaten, and
beautiful children of noble family were carried off.
Priests were led
into captivity in batches as well as reverend virgins, hermits and
recluses who were dedicated to God alone and lived only for Him to whom
they sacrificed themselves, who were dragged from their cells and others
from the churches in which they had sought refuge, in spite of their
weeping and sobs and their emaciated cheeks, to be made objects of scorn
before being struck down.
Tender children were brutally snatched from
their mothersā breasts and girls were pitilessly given up to strange and
horrible unions and a thousand other terrible things happened.ā
With senses satisfied the Turks gave
themselves up to pillage. Shops, houses, palaces, churchesānothing was
spared. Let us turn again to Critobulus.