Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast --
Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast --
Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!
During the (National Rifle Association) convention, Charlton Heston held a musket over his head and declared, 'From my cold dead hands,'
Our freedoms were born in the ideals of the Enlightenment and the musket fires of an historic revolution.
Every pioneer and musician who could carry a musket went into the ranks. Even the sick and foot-sore, who could not keep up in the march, came up as soon as they could find their regiments, and took their places in line of battle, while it was battle, indeed.
We have pacified some thousands of the islanders and buried them destroyed their fields burned their villages, and turned their widows and orphans out-of-doors furnished heartbreak by exile to some dozens of disagreeable patriots subjugated the remaining 10 millions by Benevolent Assimilation, which is the pious new name of the musket. And so, by these Providences of God -- and the phrase is the government's, not mine -- we are a World Power.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories