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."
Paving the cracks in national family unit By Eric Loo
Sunday, September 13, 2026
Malaysiakini : When āscaffoldsā become āconcrete pillarsā
Like in construction, scaffolds are removed with each stage of completing a multi-storey building. In our context, the New Economic Policy (NEP) and racial quotas are the āscaffoldsā, which were necessary 50 years ago to address wealth disparity and ease racial tensions.
But over decades of rephrasing the race-based policies, the scaffolds have turned into permanent concrete pillars with cumulative effects.
Low-income Malays, the Orang Asli in particular, are trapped in mediocrity while the well-connected Malay elites get richer and richer.
To grow a national family, no member should be left on the wayside. All have shared aspirations for a better life. The state in this context is the familial provider. But the family remains divided.
We were raised and educated in national and vernacular schools from ages seven to 12. Our racial and cultural identities were formed early. We are differentiated by class, race, and religion.
Yet we have a remarkable capacity to get along without being overtly belligerent. Thatās our Malaysian paradox. So, what follows?
Algorithm vs reality
I revisited this question when I caught up recently with former colleagues from Institut Teknologi Mara, Shah Alam. (I left ITM in the late 1980s for Australia to work as a journalist and later as a media academic).
Drawing from our inter-racial experiences, we thought Malaysians may not be as divided as the politics and algorithmically polarised social media suggest.
Our reminiscence brought me back to the early 1960s when I ran around barefoot with my Malay and Indian friends in the village.
The early morning muezzinās call to prayer from the community mosque was my alarm bell.
Growing up, we respected our elders. Friends and strangers were āmakcikā (aunt) and āpakcikā (uncle), ātukā (grandfather) and ānenekā (grandmother).
We celebrated Kongsi Raya, Christmas, and Deepavali as one chaotic family. The grounds for growing an extended national family that existed in the pre-1969 era cracked after the race riots in 1969.
Innocence lost
We lost our tween innocence. Anxieties and fears were projected onto us from those who had witnessed the wanton killings in Penang and Kuala Lumpur.
The racial weeds started to creep in. Weeds are naturally opportunistic. They spread their seeds, settle, and grow in any cracks and exposed soil. And, in our government machinery, there are many cracks.
An effective weed killer lies in our political will to restore what was good about pre-1969 Malaysian society.
With todayās TikTok generations, imagine if we could mobilise a national family unit starting from the ground up to those who govern us. Social media can be a reckoning force in generating collaborative inter-ethnic content.
Political apathy from the TikTok generations will see the national family unit breaking up, further undermining Pakatan Harapanās original reformasi agenda - particularly the prime ministerās declaration of zero tolerance for corruption.
In an extended family, trust is the currency of survival. Corruption and ongoing racial differentiation devalue that trust.
If the head of the household is seen to hoard resources and pardon corrupt elders, the younger members will lose their faith. (Malaysia is currently ranked 52nd on the Corruption Perceptions Index on a scale of 0 to 100, with 100 being āvery cleanā).
As the Center to Combat Corruption and Cronyism (C4) said following Harapanās state election losses in August in Negeri Sembilan, Johor, and Sabah: ā⦠numerous individuals appointed by Anwar to positions of power have found themselves tainted by scandalsā. The irony is, well, scandalous.
C4ās conclusion rings ominously true: āWith the 16th general election fast approaching, every further delay, compromise, or abandoned promise only serves to assure the publicās loss of confidence in Harapan and their subsequent loss of the mandate to govern.
āThese electoral losses must serve as a warning... that Malaysians will not tolerate broken promises of a government that is complicit in corruption and has eroded our institutions of good governance.ā
The prime minister may well have declared his "zero tolerance" for corruption.
But if the bureaucrats of state-owned enterprises and the Malay-dominant civil service resist any reforms, the head of the household is effectively hamstrung.
What undermines the national family unit is not just who is corrupt (or racist). It is the type of leadership that protects the corrupt (and the racist) that will break up the national family, the feel-good sloganeering notwithstanding.