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."
Fawad Andarabi was an Afghan folk singer who played the ghichak, a
lute played with a bow, and sang about his native land. One of his songs
contained the lyric: āThere is no country in the world like my
homeland, a proud nation. Our beautiful valley, our great-grandparentsā
homeland.ā The Taliban, showing their commitment to inclusivity that Secretary of State Antony Blinken and
the rest of Bidenās handlers so dearly wish them to demonstrate,
murdered Andarabi on Friday, likely for the crime of playing music for
pleasure, which is forbidden in Islamic law. As CNNās Peter Bergen
recently noted, millions of Afghans āhave good reason today to be
skeptical of the ākinder, gentlerā Talibanā that some of the perennially
eager-to-be-fooled have insisted exists. Indeed, they do. But will
Blinken and company get the message?
Fawad Andarabiās son Jawad recounted:
āHe was innocent, a singer who was only entertaining people. They shot
him in the head on the farm.ā The Talibanās ubiquitous spokesman,
Zabihullah Mujahid, said he didnāt have any information about what
happened. Most likely, Andarabi was murdered for doing what he loved,
for aside from nasheeds, a capella exhortations to jihad, Islamic law
forbids music.
This prohibition is not a manifestation of āextremismā; though widely
ignored, it is based on the highest authority. While it is not in the
Qurāan, it is in the Hadith Qudsi, that is, reports of Muhammadās words
and deeds in which the prophet of Islam is quoted saying that Allah said
something. In one of these, āthe Prophet said that Allah commanded him
to destroy all the musical instruments, idols, crosses and all the
trappings of ignoranceā (Hadith Qudsi 19:5). In a similar tradition,
Muhammad is also depicted as saying: āAllah Mighty and Majestic sent me
as a guidance and mercy to believers and commanded me to do away with
musical instruments, flutes, strings, crucifixes, and the affair of the
pre-Islamic period of ignorance.ā
Other traditions have Muhammad saying: āOn the Day of Resurrection,
Allah will pour molten lead into the ears of whoever sits listening to a
songstress.ā And: āSong makes hypocrisy grow in the heart as water does
herbage.ā If that isnāt enough to get you to throw out your old Led
Zeppelin LPs, yet another tradition attributes these words to Muhammad:
āThis community will experience the swallowing up of some people by the
earth, metamorphosis of some into animals, and being rained upon with
stones.ā Someone asked, āWhen will this be, O Messenger of Allah?ā and
he said, āWhen songstresses and musical instruments appear and wine is
held to be lawful.ā