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."
They killed him, fed his wife blood-soaked rice: Columnist on Kashmiri Pandit exodus
Friday, November 15, 2019
At a US Congressional hearing on human rights, columnist Sunanda Vashisht recalled the nightmarish ordeal suffered by Kashmiri Hindus in 1990. "Terrorism has uprooted me and snatched my home from me," she said.
'SCRAPPING OF ARTICLE 370 A RESTORATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS'
Columnist Sunanda Vashisht on Thursday recalled the horrors suffered
by Kashmiri Hindus in 1990 as she testified at a US Congressional
hearing on human rights. "I am a member of the minority Hindu
community from Kashmir, victim of the worst ethnic cleansing witnessed
in independent India," Vashisht said. "I speak here today because I am a
survivor."
She then proceeded to describe in heart-rending detail the fate that had befallen victims. One
of them was a young man, an engineer named BK Ganjoo, who she said hid
in a rice container in his attic when terrorists came for him.
"He
would have been alive today had his location not been disclosed to the
terrorists by his own neighbours....The terrorists shot him through the
container and forced his wife to eat the blood-soaked rice," Sunanda
Vashisht said. 'SCRAPPING OF ARTICLE 370 A RESTORATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS'
Vashisht said at the hearing, organised by the Tom Lantos HR Commission in Washington, that the recent abrogation of Article 370 was "a restoration of human rights".
