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."
How Lucknow-educated Chinese cleric lit the first Jihad fire in Xinjiang
Monday, June 06, 2022
The Print : Chinese Muslim Han Weilang’s detour to Kolkata in the 1920s went on to provide the grounds for a global jihadist movement.
Two thousand,five
hundred kilometres from his home in rural China, just edging into his
teens, Hai Weiliang stood on the docks of Kolkata. The light of his
faith had led him there, abandoning his voyage home from the Haj
pilgrimage, but now he had no idea which way to turn. Finally, a kindly
cleric found him a cheap room at an inn near a mosque. Arming himself
with a Chinese-to-English conversation book for travellers, Hai began
conversing with local seminary students.
Fires would be lit across central Asia as his speech grew less hesitant.
Late last month, new evidence emerged on
the brutal incarceration of thousands of Xinjiang residents
at China’s internment centres, set up to stamp out religion-fuelled
secessionism. Tajikistan and Kyrgyzstan felt compelled to use repression
against resurgent Islamist networks, whose lethal reach extends from the Ferghana valley to Europe’s heartlands.
The extraordinary story of the Chinese
Muslim teenager who arrived in Kolkata shows how India, a century ago,
provided the intellectual ground from which this global jihadist
movement grew.