Rudyard Kipling"
“When 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 soldier”
General Douglas MacArthur"
“We are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.”
“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.”
“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .” “The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
“Nobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
“It 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."
What Trump’s dance said about us, not him By Frankie D'Cruz
Monday, October 27, 2025
FMT : The US president may have danced, but Malaysia led — in rhythm, warmth, and grace.
When Donald Trump stepped off Air Force One on Sunday morning and began swaying to the beat of kompang drums, something quietly remarkable happened.
For once, the world’s most polarising politician wasn’t making headlines for confrontation, but for connection.
The 79-year-old US president, known more for his bluster than rhythm, found himself caught up in Malaysia’s music.
As dancers in traditional attire performed along the red carpet, Trump smiled, waved both the Malaysian and American flags, and moved — not perfectly, but joyfully — to the beat.
Prime Minister Anwar Ibrahim joined in, and for a few minutes, the tarmac became a stage of shared laughter and ease.
There was no stiffness of statecraft, no guarded handshakes — just two leaders caught in a moment of unfiltered humanity.
And the world noticed.
The reaction abroad was warm. Even those who usually view Trump through a political lens seemed disarmed by the sincerity of the scene.
“What beautiful people you have. Trump felt so welcome he even danced,” wrote one American viewer. “This is how diplomacy should look,” said another under Sky News Australia’s clip.
Trump was in Kuala Lumpur for the Asean Summit, but his arrival said more about diplomacy than any communiqué could.
Because the real story wasn’t Trump’s dance — it was Malaysia’s.
The choreography of welcome
Malaysia has long mastered the art of reception. The red carpet, the kompang drummers, the dancers in bright costumes — these weren’t just ceremonial flourishes.
They were Malaysia’s language of diplomacy, a choreography that speaks of inclusion, composure and confidence.
When Trump began to move with the rhythm, Malaysians responded instinctively with applause, laughter and pride.
The moment said something about how Malaysia sees its place in the world — as a bridge, not a barrier; as a host that leads through ease, not ego.
In a region defined by shifting alliances, Malaysia turned a formal arrival into a cultural embrace.
That, too, is strategy — the soft power of sincerity.
The optics of hospitality
In the West, diplomacy is often choreographed to avoid missteps. In Malaysia, it’s the choreography itself that creates connection.
When Anwar joined Trump’s light-hearted steps, it was more than courtesy. It was confidence, the assurance of a country comfortable enough to let warmth lead.
Trump, ever the showman, knows how to read a crowd. But in Kuala Lumpur, the crowd read him — and responded not with politics, but with joy.
The scene showed what both sides can gain when diplomacy feels human: America’s president looked more at ease than he has in months, and Malaysia reminded the world that hospitality can be power.
The soft power of grace
Behind the pageantry lay something deeper. In a time when headlines are crowded with conflict, this small, spontaneous dance offered a counter-narrative — one where culture dissolved stiffness and connection outshone cynicism.
The dancers on that tarmac can now say they performed with the president of the United States.
The Malaysian Portuguese-Eurasian community swelled with pride hearing the bagpipes play “Jinkli Nona” as the motorcade departed — a small but meaningful nod to our layered heritage.
For Malaysia, this wasn’t ceremony. It was self-expression — diplomacy in rhythm, poise and humanity.
So let others analyse the optics. We’ll remember the feeling — the morning when Malaysia danced, and a president danced back.
In that rhythm — unscripted, imperfect, yet full of grace — the world saw what diplomacy can still be: warm, human and unmistakably Malaysian.