It's hard to believe it's been 20 years since 9/11. Even harder to believe that we lost the war. The way we left Afghanistan means no potential friends will trust us in the future, and our enemies can see how weak an feckless the Government is.
Before we had Strong Horse and Weak Horse. Feckless Horse is even worse. If the government was under the control of our enemies I don't see what they would be doing differently. It really seems like we are on the verge of dark times.
Part of how I feel is because I just read the book "One Second After", where some enemy detonates nukes in space to destroy our country with EMP. All levels of the government and military appear to be completely unready for the smallest attack. A really big attack would knock us over. I really need to buy more food and ammunition.
Men of Harlech
Men of Harlech stop your dreaming
can't you see their spear points gleaming
see their warrior pennons streaming
to this battle field
Men of Harlech stand ye steady
Let it not be ever said ye
For this battle were unready
Welshmen do not yield
From the hills rebounding
Let the war cry sounding
Summon all, the clarion call
the mighty foe surrounding
Men of Harlech on to glory
This will ever be your story
keep these stirring words before ye
Welshmen do not yield
Fight for father, sister, mother,
Each is bound to each as bother;
And with faith in one another,
We will win or die!
Tho' our mothers may be weeping,
Tho' our sisters may be keeping
watch for some who now are sleeping;
On the battlefield,
Still the trumpet's braying,
Sounds on ever saying,
Let each bowman pierce a foe,
And never stop the slaying,
Till invaders learn to fear us,
And no Saxon linger near us;
Men of Wales! our God doth hear us,
Never will we yield!
We'll not die, be conquered never
Harlech, Harlech, lives forever
Freedoms' from the greatest giver
Freedom is our good.
See how Welshmen shouting run down
from the moutains they do come down
Like a storm that strikes at sun down
boil up like a flood.
Welshmens strength has made her
Freedom's strong crusader
Swords of Welsh men have cut deep
the heart of the invader
The sword is met, by sword replying
steel on steel on strength relying
See where Gwyers' flag is flying
Freedom's in her blood.
