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."
Ramadan in Europe: When Muslims Stop Being Polite and Start Being Real By Hugh Fitzgerald
Saturday, March 15, 2025
Robert Spencer : Not a big event. Not a truck running over, killing dozens of
pedestrians. Not a suicide bombing at a pizzeria or a Passover service.
Not a massacre of schoolgirls, as at Ma’alot. Not the systematic murder
of Olympic athletes as at Munich. Not a machete attack on a soldier out
for a jog in London. No, this instructive little tale is about just one
small but significant event, out of many thousands of similar events,
that take place each day in Europe, where Muslims decide to make the
indigenous Infidels conform to Muslim rules.
Instead of integrating into
European societies, many Muslims want the non-Muslims to adjust to
Muslim demands. In this case, it was just a matter of a sandwich being
quietly consumed on a bus in Italy. Mangia, mangia, Italian
mothers tell their children, even during Ramadan.
But in Italy today,
the Muslim “guests of the nation,” as some mordantly call them, are in
Italy not to integrate into the host society, but to live on the
largesse lavished upon them by the Italian taxpayers, whose government
provides Muslim economic migrants’ with free or greatly subsidized
housing, free medical care, free education, including vocational
training and language instruction, and even with family allowances,
while those Muslims offer nothing in return save contempt for the
non-Muslims whom the Qur’an describes as “the most vile of created
beings.”