It is inspiration from the people of U.S.A
They do much things to praise their armed forces . What the army do in their regular job. Every one must tribute troops.
I tribute to Pakistan Forces . They maintain a good sportsman body . Their do great job.
SALAAM !!!!!!!!!!

i TRIBUTE TO PAKISTANI ARMY AS ONE OF BEST ARMIES IN WORLD AND MOST POWEFULL ARMY IN MUSLIMS

but the inspiration is not from US Army but the material such as planes,guns was inspired from us army and the pakistani i think then also best bcoz as their economy is it is very difficult to survive of a army i will encourage all oher countries that not to be like my country as eveything but not strong army

good luck in eliminating the militants

n i would like 2 say R.I.P to all the Lebanese soldiers who sacrificed their lives for our safety while fighting the Fatah-El-Islam militant group earlier this year...

T'was The Night Before Christmas, He Lived All Alone,
In A One Bedroom House, Made Of Plaster And Stone.
I Had Come Down The Chimney, With Presents To Give,
And To See Just Who, In This Home Here Did Live.
I Looked All About, A Strange Sight I Did See,
No Tinsel, No Presents, Not Even A Tree.
No Stocking By The Mantle, Just Boots Filled With Sand,
On The Wall Hung Pictures, Of Far Distant Lands.
With Medals And Badges, Awards Of All Kinds.
A Sober Thought, Came Through My Mind.
For This House Was Different, It Was Dark And Dreary,
I Found The Home Of A Soldier, Once I Could See Clearly.
The Soldier Lay Sleeping, Silent, Alone,
Curled Up On The Floor, In This One Bedroom Home.
The Face Was So Gentle, The Room In Disorder,
Not How I Pictured, A Lone British Soldier.
Was This The Hero, Of Whom I'd Just Read?
Curled Up On A Poncho, The Floor For A Bed?
I Realized The Families, That I Saw This Night,
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers, Who Were Willing To Fight.
Soon Round The World, The Children Would Play,
And Grownups Would Celebrate, A Bright Christmas Day.
They All Enjoyed Freedom, Each Month Of The Year,
Because Of The Soldiers, Like The One Lying Here.
I Couldn't Help Wonder, How Many Alone,
On A Cold Christmas Eve, In A Land Far From Home.
The Very Thought Brought, A Tear To My Eye,
I Dropped To My Knees, And Started To Cry.
The Soldier Awakened, And I Heard A Rough Voice,
"Santa, Don't Cry, This Life Is My Choice.
I Fight For Freedom, I Don't Ask For More,
My Life Is My God, My Country, My Corps."
The Soldier Rolled Over, And Drifted To Sleep,
I Couldn't Control It, I Continued To Weep.
I Kept Watch For Hours, So Silent And Still,
And We Both Sat & Shivered, From The Cold Night's Chill.
I Didn't Want To Leave, On That Cold, Dark Night,
This Guardian Of Honour, So Willing To Fight.
Then The Soldier Rolled Over, With A Voice, Soft And Pure,
Whispered, "Carry On Santa, It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."
One Look At My Watch, And I Knew He Was Right,
"Merry Christmas My Friend, And To All A Good Night."

Thought as christmas was coming I would post this poem

Dazoo

An honourable salute to the fallen men and women of World War II... that fought tyranny without hidden agenda. That sacrificed their lives for the freedom of humanity...in a justifiable war(the only war...in my honest opinion)

















Imagine if Nazi Germany and Imperialist Japan were to succeed...it would certainly be different now....

But one thing that is for sure...i will be in the Resistance....viva la freedom!!!


Respect and Love.