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."
Dean
Street in Soho is littered with homeless people and Muslim African drug
dealers. I myself have currently got a shattered nose, eye socket, and
skull, and am awaiting multiple operations over the coming year, because
I was attacked by these Muslims in the exact same location where Maajid
was attacked. But I, unlike Maajid, am not playing the race or
religious card.
Of course, violence is never okay, but Maajid is whining about a
“white man” attacking him and leaving him with a minor cut to his
forehead. He says that his attacker called him a “f**king Paki.” My
attackers, as confirmed by police, were African/Somali Muslim drug
dealers, and my attack was as a direct result of police failings:
I had
been chased by the exact same Muslims the night before, and they
attacked me with knives, but the cops who were in attendance decided
they needed a cigarette more than they needed to arrest my assailants.
But for whatever reason, when a white man randomly lashes out at
someone, it’s more reprehensible, and so the attack on Maajid is sure to
bring him an avalanche of sympathy.