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."
Rasmus Paludan explains why he stirs the pot in Sweden - Drives Muslims To Riot In Sweden
Sunday, April 24, 2022
Share this with everyone you know, about Freedom of Speech and Islamic Supremacists!! Always lusting for other people's stuff and claiming it as their own, shameless!!! They do not want 7th Century Barbaric culture to infect Swedish Society.
Vlad Tepes : Once upon a time there was a beautiful old country manor. It was
built long ago by hard working people who made it to last for their
descendants, so long as they could work hard, and maintain the beautiful
home that was left to them.
Generations later, some who lived there noticed that some of the
rooms had become uninhabitable and the space for the owners had been
reduced by a fair amount. Sure, sometimes they could go in to the old
rooms if they were very very quiet and didnāt try and fix or adjust
anything or even let their presence be known in these rooms. But
basically they had lost the use of the space, and seemed genuinely
puzzled as to why this was the case.
One day, a Danish architect came in and dragged some of the owners of
the manor house into the lost rooms and pointed at a giant and
expanding hornets nest and said, āthese are why you canāt use parts of
your own home anymore and soon, you wonāt be able to use any of itā.
They didnāt believe him and called him names, because they did not
want to have to face the difficult fact that they had allowed their
ancestral and only home to be taken over in this way, and by such
hostile and dangerous invaders.
So the architect decided to poke the nest with a stick and show the
residents what these new residents were like, and make it undeniable
that they had to face the facts and deal with them, or surrender the
house to the hornets.
The residents decided that now was the time to charge the architect
with the crime of forcing reality on them.
No one likes an alarm clockwhen all you want to do is sleep.