. . . . . Hypocrisy Thy Name is . . . . . منافقت . . . . .

آئین جواں مرداں حق گوئی و بے باکی..اللہ کے بندوں کو آتی نہیں روباہی...Humanity is declining by the day because an invisible termite, Hypocrisy منافقت eats away human values instilled in human brain by the Creator. I dedicate my blog to reveal ugly faces of this monster and will try to find ways to guard against it. My blog will be objective and impersonal. Commentors are requested to keep sanctity of my promise.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Americans! Do You Know ?


Day is done ... Gone the sun.
From the lakes ...From the hills ... From the sky
All is well Safely rest ... God is nigh.

Fading light ... Dims the sight
And a star .. Gems the sky Gleaming bright
From afar ... Drawing nigh … Falls the night.

Thanks and praise ... For our days
Neath the sun ... Neath the stars... Neath the sky.
As we go .. This we know ... God is nigh.

In 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to bring the stricken man back for medical attention.

Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment, he discovered it was a Confederate soldier but the soldier was dead. The Captain lit a lantern and was to know that it was his own son who had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.

The following morning, despite his son’s enemy status, Captain Robert Ellicombe asked permission of his superiors for a group of Army band members to play a funeral dirge at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate but, out of respect for the father, they allowed him only one musician.

The Captain chose a bugler and asked him to play the musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This is now known as "TAPS" used at military funerals. The words of it have been written in the beginning.
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