Theo Dòng Triều Nguyễn tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Joe Bargmann jbargmann8aee — So far I agree with Zakaria's idea of democracy and freedom being two different things.

Beca Clever becaclever — This is an excellently and powerfully written story of a brotherhood of service and honor that I have no real world connection to, but now feel connected to as an American through the words of Donovan Campbell. Sometimes the technical jargon and the description of the fighting makes it really confusing, but I think that is precisely the point. War isn't straightforward, or easy to understand or follow. It is messy. Perhaps because it so vividly illustrates that there are few, if any, good choices in war (only bad and worse), for many it will be a powerful testament against war ---- though not against our warriors, who come through as human yet heroic. Truer testimony about love for your neighbor has never been written: Love "meant patience when explaining something for the fifth time to a nineteen-year-old who just didn't get it. It meant kindness when dealing with a Marine who had made an honest mistake while trying his hardest; mercy when deciding the appropriate punishment. It meant dispensing justice and then forgetting that it had been dispensed, punishing wrong and then wiping the slate clean. Love was joy at the growth of my men, even when it diminished my own authority. It was giving the credit for our successes to the team while assuming all the responsibiltiy for our failures on myself. It was constantly teaching my men, sharing everything with them until I had nothing left to give, with the expectation adn the hope that they would become greater than me. It was making myself less so that they might become more. Love accepted the Marines for exactly who they were and never believed that it was all they ever would be. Love demanded more, demanded their best, every single day; it cut through all rationalizations and excuses. It constantly celebrated the good in my men and refused to condone the natural selfishness that dwelt within us all. Love told the honest truth when lying would have been much easier or would have made me look much better; it admitted to the men that sometimes I had no answers. It confessed my mistakes and asked for forgiveness when I had wronged, and it moved past those mistakes when forgiveness had been granted. Love hoped that things would better someday, maybe in this life or maybe in the next, but it didn't deny the reality of the pain and suffering that surrounded us day in and ay out; it didn't dishonestly rationalize them or explain them away. Love didn't try to make sense of the senseless; it simply offered a light to run to. But, like now, that light grew dim sometimes. So, sometimes, love meant just getting out of bed in the morning when everything inside screamed to rest, just for one day. Sometimes it meant simply putting one foot in front of the other on patrol. And sometimes it emant continuing the mission when you didn't see any progress, meant protecting the defenseless, refraining from pulling the trigger, putting yourself at great reisk, doing what you knew to be right even though you didn't really want to. So that was how we loved those who hated us; blessed those who persecuted us; daily laid down our lives for our neighbors. No matter what we felt, we tried to demonstrate love through our daily actions. Now I understand more about what it means to truly love, and what it means to love your neighbor -- how you can do it even when your neighbor literally tries to kill you."