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."
Shocking scenes at junior football in Berlin:
the Turkish-born father of a player stormed the pitch, choked his sonās
14-year-old opponent and then pulled out a knife.
He shouted, āIāll stab
you.ā The attack took place during the C-junior match between
Turkish-dominated Berliner AK and SC Staaken. It was played on the
George Floyd sports field. The pitch in the Post Stadium is named after
the Afro-American who was killed by a white policeman.
The attack was allegedly caused by a kick by the Staaken player, who
had previously been fouled by the son. The 47-year-old man then went
berserk, violently threw the child to the ground and choked him.
According to the police report, he then pulled out a knife and
threatened other fathers who rushed to help. The armed man shouted āIām
going to stab youā. By then the score was already 2:0 for SC Staaken.
Afterwards, riots broke out. Shocked spectators called the police. A
short time later, officers arrested the still raging father. Now the
public prosecutorās office is investigating the man of Turkish origin
for dangerous bodily harm and attempted dangerous bodily harm.
