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."
Conner Rousseau stated that the Molenbeek in Brussels no longer feels like a part of Belgium.
HT RoP : āI donāt feel like Iām in Belgiumā ā Socialist leader claims multicultural Brussels neighborhood seems like a foreign landā. āIn Brussels, due to the shortage of teachers, there are people who teach in Arabic because they donāt speak Frenchā.
The Brussels district of Molenbeek-Saint-Jean, known for its large
Muslim population, is failing in terms of integration and does not feel
like a part of Belgium, the president of Belgiumās social-democrat
Vooruit (Progress) party has claimed.
Stirring up a debate usually reserved for the right, Conner Rousseau commented on the ethnic composition of the district in an interview with Humo, where he stated: āWhen I drive through Molenbeek, I donāt feel like Iām in Belgium.ā
Questioned by the Flemish weekly on the place of migration in the debates which played a major role in the French elections,
the president of Vooruit described the municipality of Brussels as
falling short of efforts to assimilate, and described Molenbeek as a
place āwhere most people were born hereā but who would experience
serious linguistic difficulties.
