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."
Colossal Sentinel of Camp Long You Have Watched The Land Lofty, Alluring Tamarind Tree Like A Siren ā A Rustling Song To Me
Beguiled, I Lay A Hand Ancient Barks, Please, No Offend My Veneration Is Such The Final Gesture Is To Touch
Branches As Straight As Mother Trunk Silhouetted Against Morning Sun And Gently Swaying Luscious Crown Such Natureās Wonders Here Is Found
Strife And Wars This Land of Tears Amidst These Turmoil, For Thee I Fear Your Wellness, We Hold The Key If Harm Be Done ā It Is We
Your Generosity Is Legendary Your Beauty, No Other Can Carry These Should Soften Even Hardened Souls I Pray None Shall Ever Be Your Foe
Lake Albert, Cooling Breeze You Bring Providing For An All Year Spring Soothing Tamarind, Aged And Prime And Tree, Itās Still Long To Come Your Time
Though My Travels Will Soon Do Us Part Tamarind Tree Shall Forever Be In My Heart When Load Gets Heavy, You I Shall Picture Thank You Almighty For This Beauty of Nature
