war

My squad was my family, my gun was my provider and protector, and my rule was to kill or be killed. The extent of my thoughts didn__ go much beyond that. We had been fighting for over two years, and killing had become a daily activity. I felt no pity for anyone.

If you are a warrior, the nature and scale of your enemies will determine the nature and scale of your actions. In this sense, it is even more important to choose your enemies more wisely than your friends.

If you want to make peace, you don__ talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.

Today's opponents can be your allies tomorrow. And today's allies can be tomorrow's opponents.

Today's enemies can be your friends tomorrow. And today's friends can be tomorrow's enemies.

War is a kind of superstition, the pageantry of arms and badges corrupts the imagination of men.

He had seen how the spirit, the reserves in [Bond], could pull him out of badly damaged conditions that would have broken the normal human being. He knew how a desperate situation would bring out those reserves again, how the will to live would spring up again in a real emergency. He remembered how countless neurotic patients had disappeared for ever from his consulting rooms when the last war had broken out. The big worry had driven out the smaller ones, the greater fear the lesser. He made up his mind. He turned back to M. "Give him one more chance.

When we stand up for what we believe in__or what__ right__here is always a chance that we risk the very things we fight for: our safety, our lives, our freedom. But if we stand down, the risk is definite.

Nationalism and ethnic pride, in the long run, delay human development, and the misery they cause must be recognized. If enough people saw that , maybe we wouldn't have so many wars.

This life is ironic: for it takes pain to discover pleasure; it takes sadness to know happiness; it takes war to value peace; and it takes hatred to treasure love.[Culled from: "Amara & The Strange Elderly Woman"]

Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.

In past wars only homes burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even loneliness ignites.In past wars only bodys burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even shadows ignite.

I WILL FOLLOW ANYONEAND TELL EVERYONEABOUT...THE REAL WAR ON WOMENON YAZIDI GIRLS & WOMEN

WHILE THE WORLD'S ASLEEP, ANGELS REFUSE TO SLEEP!

The only fight should be the fight of faith. Full force of enduring to the end of life.

The digging continues ... Ground Zero it looks more and more like a construction site. Too much of the horror is gone. No fire. No smoke ... What was war becomes peace, becomes peaceful. But in the coil of my testicles there's an angry residue and in places I can't even name, places inside my throat and behind my chest, I'm sad, and sometimes worse than sad, less than sad, a cavity of empty.

Precisely because a living being may die, it is necessary to care for that being so that it may live. Only under conditions in which the loss would matter does the value of the life appear. Thus, grievability is a presupposition for the life that matters.

Bitterness*Broken men Walk away from broken sonsWho stab them in the gutIn angerAnd bitternessFor crimes they are both not guilty ofLife is a bitch sometimes-------------------------2014©rassool jibraeel snyman _ 16/5/2014__he Poetic Assassin