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."
HT RoP : Why was it, wondered author Walid Shoebat of Bethlehem, “that on June 4,
1967, I was a Jordanian and overnight I became a Palestinian.”
Without a history of their own, Palestinians plundered Jewish history
to define themselves. The ancient Canaanites were identified as the
original “Palestinians.” So, too, were Jebusites, the biblical
inhabitants of Jerusalem. Based on these fanciful claims an imaginary
“Palestinian” history of 5,000 years was implanted in the Land of
Israel.
Palestinians’ identity theft has taken strange turns. They have absurdly equated the nakba (“disaster”
or “catastrophe”) of 1948 when Arabs launched—and lost—a war of Jewish
extermination with the Holocaust. Indeed, Holocaust denial was the core
of the doctoral dissertation of Palestinian Authority leader Mahmoud
Abbas. He preposterously claimed that Zionist leaders were “fundamental
partners” of the Nazis, jointly responsible for the slaughter of 6
million Jews.
Palestinians have relied upon the model of the Israeli Law of Return
to claim that millions of “refugees”—fewer than 30,000 of whom are still
alive—should be permitted to return to the land they abandoned in
1947-48 during the Arab war to annihilate Jews. Teenage Arab girls have
been taught to equate their plight with that of Holocaust victim Anne
Frank.
