Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Remember No Retreat: Die Where You Stand

The hands of time have spoken for the chosen ones
Cold steel glistens in the dawning sun;
(It's) destiny and claidemaugh that embraces me
All here to sacrifice for victory,
Hidden in the shadows when the cold wind comes
..A mist queen dances for her fallen sons.

Over and over,
Her shadow falls over me
Remember no retreat,
From here you die where you stand
It's chance that brings the "Rory's" to this foreign land,
The crimson and the claidemaugh make you
"Strangers to fear"

A thin red streak tipped with a line of steel...
Shadows fall over me
--Glass Tiger

From here on in you die where you stand:
British Cpl. Gordon Alexander Pritchard, 31, was slain Tuesday as he led a three-vehicle convoy hit by a roadside bomb in Umm al Qasr, near the border with Kuwait.

He was the second British soldier killed in Iraq in as many days and the 100th British military fatality since the conflict began in March 2003.

100 is a landmark for the Brits, but it gets worse...
Gunmen also shot dead the wife and two sons of Sunni cleric Qassim Daham Hamdani on Monday night in Muqdadiya, about 60 miles northeast of Baghdad, police said. The cleric was not at home.

Crazy. I think we are de-sensitized to this brutality, as if hearing it a million times makes us non-plussed to the total insanity of the actual events.
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Meanwhile:
“In nuclear energy, our nation will continue its path until full realisation of its rights,” Ahmadinejad told thousands of people in southern Iran. “Nuclear energy is our right, and we will resist until this right is fully realised,” he said.

His speech was broadcast live on state-run television. He was speaking in Bushehr, the site of Iran's only nuclear power plant where Russia is putting the finishing touches.

Russia. Putin on the finishing touches. Great.
It takes a second to say goodbye,
Say goodbye.
It takes a second to say goodbye,
Say goodbye, say bye bye

Where are you going to now?

Fall, rise and . . . fall, rise and . . .
Lightning flashes across the sky,
From east to west you do or die.
Like a thief in the night,
You see the world by candlelight.

Fall, rise and . . . fall, rise and . . .
In an apartment on times square,
You can assemble them anywhere.
Held to ransom, hell to pay,
A revolution everyday.

U.s.s.r., d.d.r., london, new york, peking.
It’s the puppets, it’s the puppets who pull the strings.

Say goodbye, say goodbye.
It takes a second to say goodbye,
Push the button and pull the plug, say goodbye.

Fall, rise and . . . fall, rise and . . .
They’re doing the atomic bomb,
Do they know where the dance comes from?
Yes they’re doing the atomic bomb,
They want you to sing along.
Say goodbye, say goodbye.
--U2

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