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."
Have they killed Nagaenthran, yet? - Commander S THAYAPARAN (Retired) Royal Malaysian Navy
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
Malaysiakini : āRemember Yong Vui Kongā, my friend texted. They let him live. For
readers unfamiliar with this case and the work of anti-death penalty
advocates, you can read about the legislation here written by Kristen Han:
āAs
it stands, Singaporeās death penalty for drugs means that any low-level
courier or drug mule convicted of trafficking above a certain amount is
bound for the gallows, unless he/she is of use to the prosecution. Itās
a philosophy that sees an individualās right to life not as a
fundamental right, but as a privilege that can be taken away unless the
authorities are appeased ā hardly a reflection of minister
Balakrishnanās claim that āall human life is sacredā, or that the death
penalty is used only āin the proper context and in strictly limited
circumstancesā.ā
I have always had a problem with executing drug
mules. Most people who are hung for this offence are so low down the
criminal food chain, that their effects on society are minimal at best.
This idea that drug mules destroy families is complete horse manure.
What
destroys families are not drugs but rather the way the state has
declared certain diseases (addiction) as worthy of sanctions and created
a war on drugs in which entire families are treated as enemy
combatants.
Now you are free to believe that any drug problem
begins and ends with the execution of drug mules. You are free to
believe that Nagaenthran Dharmalingamās death was just and Singaporeans are better off with his execution.
Drug entrepreneurs live in luxury
Meanwhile, drug entrepreneurs are living in luxury. Most of them are politically connected.
When not busy corrupting the state security apparatus, they are corrupting the political process.
Does
the death penalty really seem appropriate for those people who are so
low down the food chain while the real masterminds are probably propping
up the banking institutions and the economy of the country?
Most of them launder their money through institutions that law-abiding citizens use.
Drug
money becomes part of the system, used for all manner of purposes, some
of it illicit, so the cycle of capitalistic life continues.
Of
course, the sanctimonious pay no attention to this reality but are
satisfied the ālawā is meted out to the often ignorant and desperate
people, is worthy of admiration.
As reported in the press, Nagaenthran wanted to hold his familyās hands:
āIād like to make a last-minute request to spend some time with my family members,ā he said via a translator.
āIām
placing this request so I can hold my family membersā hands. Here in
court, your honour, I would like to hold my family membersā hands, not
in prison. May I please have permission to hold their hands here?ā
As someone who has actually witnessed such farewells, you never really grasp the finality of the situation.
We take for granted everyday contact with loved ones. We never stop to think, this may be the last time.
You
are at the mercy of an uncaring system that only seeks to carry out a
mandate efficiently without any remorse or understanding.
āThere
must come a time when the last word of the court is the last word,ā
proclaimed the highest court of the land in Nagaenthranās final appeal.
When
you are a desperate mother fighting for your childās life and from a
socio-economic background that does not afford you privileges that come
with money, you have no choice but to grasp every little hope there is.
āI am Nagaenthranās mother, I want my son back alive, your honour. We are in dire straits now,ā said Panchalai Supermaniam.
Why execute someone like this?
I
understand if the damage done by the condemned had impacted Singapore
in some grave way that the only recourse, the only closure for the
population was the death of the condemned.
I would not support it but I would understand. Nagaenthran's death, like countless others, is merely a boast.
A talking point for severe retributive punishment, welcomed only by the most vacuous and simplistic of people.
My last text to my friend was, āYes, they have.ā