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."
WeeHingThong : Today, I am taking a walk with
nonagenarian. He’s 94, and today, I want him to remember. So we will
start our walk a few days before May 13th 1969 erupted.
Mamakthir, the new stand up Comedian with lies
And, while
people say we should never look back, it is important that at this time,
we do. Otherwise, how will we ever learn. We can only learn from what
is in our experience. Tengku Abdul Rahman, my beloved Prime Minister at
that time, said he was the happiest Prime Minister because he marveled
at how peaceful we were, a country with different races, different
cultures and different religions, and with people that lived together in
harmony.
Before he died, in an article entitled,
“As I see it”, Tengku Abdul Rahman named the people who plotted May
13th. He named you, and said that you were part of a group of rabble
rousers called Ultra Malays. As a group , aka the Ultra Malays, you Sir,
together with Musa Hitam and Ghazali Shafee, were instrumental in the
announcement made at Ampang Hilir, that there was going to be a coup.
Then from Datuk Harun’s house, where people with hate in their hearts
were assembled, a rumour began that the Chinese were killing the Malays
and the rest is history.
The riots began. To stop the riots and to
contain the violence , Tun Razak deployed the army and people were shot
in the streets. It was a dark time. To put the final nail in our beloved
First Prime Minister’s coffin, you wrote the yellow letters, in which
you accused Tengku of siding with the Chinese and blamed Lim Kit Siang
for the riots, even though he was not even in town. Tengku’s account of
this chronology had the truth in it.
Three years later, he died.Still, subsequently, as Malaysians, we
moved on from this very very dark time in our country’s history, and
bless our Malaysian hearts, we forgave it all. So, those of you reading
this article, please understand no malice is intended by my writing it.
On the contrary, this article shows that we all know what happened, but
because, unlike the rest of my families that fled in fear, we stayed to
serve this country, as did all of you. This is our country, Malaysia.
And we are still here.
I have loved this country for 70 years
now, and still do. This is my country. I cannot say it enough times. In
spite of all that has happened and in spite of the fact that my family
was split, post May 13th 1969, this is my country. This type of love
tells the world what a glorious and forgiving and loving people,
Malaysians are. We are special. True Malaysians are one family.But we tarry. Let’s move on.
