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living in an dystopian world:

“Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing. Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating? It is the exact opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that the old reformers imagined. A world of fear and treachery and torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not less but more merciless as it refines itself. Progress in our world will be progress towards more pain. The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon hatred. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement. Everything else we shall destroy, everything. Already we are breaking down the habits of thought which have survived from before the Revolution. We have cut the links between child and parent, and between man and man, and between man and woman. No one dares trust a wife or a child or a friend any longer. But in the future there will be no wives and no friends. Children will be taken from their mothers at birth, as one takes eggs from a hen. The sex instinct will be eradicated. Procreation will be an annual formality like the renewal of a ration card. We shall abolish the orgasm. Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science. When we are omnipotent we shall have no more need of science. There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness. There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always -- do not forget this, Winston -- always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face -- forever.”
-O'Brien

George Orwell, "1984"

How our society is broken down into an new dictatorship of words, and morals an values are abolished.

Step by step to Hell !



https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=z_V8ndRuyI0

The Love Song
Lyrics and Music: Hoàng Việt

The song was made as a tribute from the author - a patriotic soldier fighting at the frontline - to his wife at home.

When I sing to my beloved back home.
I will overwhelm all the storms and thunder
My dearest ! Do you hear the song from our heart ?
Vibrating through spaces, like the raging waves
Going through mountains and hills
Piercing the clouds covering our homeland
Our song with utmost loyalty and faithfulness.
My beloved ! Do you hear the song with intense anger ?
But it turns our love to shining stars
Crossing the deep darkness to reach each other.
Our river wharf is still here
Our paddy-field is everlasting.
And so our love, overflowing in the song, will never wither.

When you hear the love song from miles away.
Please joyfully look up to the beautiful sky.
The birds are flying and spring is blooming.
All the storms will vanish and the earth will stop trembling.
Then, darling, please make a pretty smile.
Like a special gift for me.
With a sight having thousands words.
Together, we make the song vibrating through all the spaces
Destroy our enemies, eradicate the bloody war
Immediately end all suffering and lost.
So darling, keep your indomitable faith
And your lively heart
And make our love song for everybody !

He is still marching
Original poem: Trần Hữu Thung
Revised lyrics and music: Huy Du


1) He is still marching
To the battlefield
On the rural hills
The moon is appearing

He is still marching
Through the mountain pass
With the rifle beside
He goes to the battlefield

White clould on Điện Biên sky
Victory wind through the road
Jubilantly flows under the light
As time is still passing
Motherland is still divided
He will keep marching.

2) He is still marching
And defeats all the invaders
Firmly holds the rifle
He goes to the battlefield

He is still marching
Night falls on the mountain cliff
But with Uncle Hồ's guidance
His eyes are brightly shining

Ấp Bắc victory he holds dear
Despite the difficult road
He will not make a step back
Despite thunders and storm
Despite all the homesickness
He stills keep singing.

3) He is still marching
Through marshes and swamps
With the heroic Điện Biên blood
He goes to the battlefield

He is still marching
Under heavy rain and gust
To all the rivers he reaches
My homeland ! Please get my message !

The Mekong at the South
And Red River at the North
All belong to the same country
As on our Motherland
The invaders are still rampaging
Hence he won't make a step back !

He is still marching
His step is hastening
Overcoming all the obstacles
As the invaders are still rampaging
He will keep marching.

For You, our Beloved Child
Lyrics: Tuấn Dũng
Music: Phạm Trọng Cầu

Daddy will be your wings
Bringing you to everywhere
Mommy will be your flower
Gently pinned on your chest.

We will be the shield
Forever protecting your life.
Since you are Daddy's child.
Daddy's most beloved child.
Since you are Mommy's kid.
Mommy's loveliest kid.

And when you finally grow up
Spreading your wings over the world
Please, my dearest, do not forget
We are always your home.

East Trường Sơn - West Trường Sơn
Lyrics: Phạm Tiến Duật
Music: Hoàng Hiệp



Information of the Trường Sơn mountain range https://vi.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A3y_Tr%C6%B0%E1%BB%9Dng_S%C6%A1n

This is where the famous Ho Chi Minh trail located, where American airstrikes were constant and thousands of military truck drivers and volunteer girls sacrificed their sweat and blood to maintain the supply route from Hanoi to the revolutionary forces in the Southern Vietnam during the war. The song describes a love story betweern a military truck driver and a volunteer girl.

Due to the topography, Trường Sơn mountains have very different climate between the East side and the West side, which is described in the song.

The part from the original poem not included in the song is presented in italic.

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Both of us garrisoned on Trường Sơn
But at two very distanced ends
My dearest, the road to the frontline is beautiful
And East Trường Sơn is missing West Trường Sơn too much.

One mountain range with two different clouds
Different air and wind, one rainy, one sunny
Just like you and me, like North and South
Like East and West both connected with an unbroken link.

(Male voice) On West Trường Sơn, I worry about you
Who are shouldering heavy supply under the intense rain
With long sleeve to cover against lots of mosquitos
Veggies are empty now, do you harvest the bamboo shoot ?

(Female voice) I worry about my darling under the West winter.
The creek goes dry, the butterflies fly over the cliff
I know you are not used to unfamiliar places
And I am dealing with the enemy's airstrikes.

(Male voice) I get on the truck, the rain is falling
The wiper blade wipes away my lovesickness
(Female voice) I went down the mountains, the sun is shining
The tree branch wipes away my melancholy.

East to West is not the road for our letters
But the road for ammunition and supply
On East Trường Sơn are green-clothed volunteer girls
On West Trường Sơn are soldiers in green uniforms.

From my side to your side
Endless lines of soldiers march to the frontline
Just like our love's endless line
Connecting East with West Trường Sơn.

*transcript*
CLASIFFIED
EYES ONLY

FEDERATION WHERE COMPROMISED IN COMMAND. INTERNAL STRIFE IN FEDERATION DURING CONFLICT.
AWACS: Sicario C&C Asset.
Hitman: Sicario strike assets.
Federation: Elements of former authority, unknown to determine where allegiance of individual forces are on.

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*ALL DATA RETRIEVED FROM ORBITAL SATTELITE OVER NORTHERN U.S CONTINENT, HF TRANSMISSIONS*
*CLASSIFIED, EYES ONLY*

Federation ATC: They're in the net, Command. Send it. Authenticate: Solutions 0-8-1-6.
Federation Peacekeeper: Authenticate: Blaze. Read back.
Federation ATC: Blaze. May God have mercy...
AWACS | Galaxy: The hell is...?
AWACS | Galaxy: Holy shit!
AWACS | Galaxy: Thermal signature rising!
Hitman 3 | Comic: What is it, Galaxy?
AWACS | Galaxy: This is AWACS Galaxy to ALCON, I repeat, this is AWACS Galaxy to ALCON, ALCON, ALCON!
AWACS | Galaxy: We have incoming ordinance! Cruise missile type! Thermal signatures are off the charts! Hunker in place or get out of the area!
AWACS | Galaxy: All fighters, I'm sending IFF info! Intercept as many as you can!
Hitman 3 | Comic: How many?!
AWACS | Galaxy: Too many! Hey, pilot, get us out of the AO, now!
Hitman 2 | Diplomat: Intercept?! Ah, the hell does he expect us to do?! What's so special about these things?!
AWACS | Galaxy: We don't take these things out, we're gonna be up to our necks in shit!
Hitman 2 | Diplomat: [sighs] I'll take your word for it, Galaxy. Engaging!
Hitman 1 WSO | Prez (if present): What? Why are we sticking around? Monarch, we need to go!
Hitman 3 | Comic: Calm down, we can do this!
Hitman 3 | Comic: My readings are going off the wire! What are these things loaded with?!
Hitman 2 | Diplomat: Can we get someone scramble to deal with whoever is launching these?!
Allied General | Wild Boar Actual: Get the counterbattery up! We're not letting them get away with this! Kill them all!
Allied Ground Unit: Who-Who did that hit?! Was anyone in the blast site?!
Allied Ground Unit: They're fried! I saw it, it just...fried them to dust! We need to get out of here!
Hitman 2 | Diplomat: Galaxy, there are too many! We need counter on them at their source and we can't do it!
AWACS | Galaxy: I'm tasking any units that can respond, just hold on, Hitman!
Allied Ground Unit: Hey, why are the roads cracking up?!
Federation Defense: You feel that? That shaking? Are those secondaries?!
Geological Monitoring Station: This is...Izumi Station, out by Soctavia City. This is a regionwide alert to anyone on this frequency. We have tremors spreading out rapidly from...the Prospero Hub. Stand by for further updates.
Geological Monitoring Station: This is Doctor Marc Dominguez of the University of Chiara to all monitoring stations on both sides of the frontline. Look, I don't care about the war, we all need to talk to each other through this.
Geological Monitoring Station: Reports of...[stutters] latent cordium reaction to atmospheric conditions. Uh, uh, everyone is advised to take shelter indoors effective, uh...[stutters] immediately.
Geological Monitoring Station: Prospero's monitoring station went dark last week. We'll have to assume something is happening there.
Geological Monitoring Station: Uh, Prospero's volcano isn't active, though?! It shouldn't be...
Geological Monitoring Station: Who knows? Contamination from all the airship traffic? Just latent cordium that's been inert until now?
Geological Monitoring Station: What would set it off? Uh, a cordium-primed warhead? Who would do that?!
Geological Monitoring Station: We've never seen this reaction outside the zones before...
Geological Monitoring Station: Whatever's happening in Prospero, it's causing a chain reaction in the dirt beneath us. A...butterfly effect. Cordium reacts upon cordium, and if enough of it becomes active, it'll cause a tectonic event that-
Geological Monitoring Station: Y-You don't mean...?
Geological Monitoring Station: Warn everyone. Federation, Cascadian, whatever's happening won't discriminate.
Geological Monitoring Station: The Ring of Fire is going active in Cascadia! It's cooking off!

*GLOBAL HF TRANSMISSIONS ENDED OR SCRAMBLED. APOCALYPTIC GEOLOGICAL EVENT IN MOTION*

Springtime in the Revolutionary Warbase
Music and lyric: Xuân Hồng
Singer: Ái Xuân



(1)
Springtime is coming in the warbase
The birds is singing everywhere.
Springtime is coming in the warbase
The tree is whisting under wind.
"Uh uh, uh uh", the bird is singing victory song.

The yellow Ochna is blooming on the hillside
My dear soldier is one more year matured
And one more military year matured
With more feats of arms that our nation desires.
The war is still rampaging in our homeland
I'm sorry, darling I have nothing to give you
But with a song as a small gift.

As we cherish the bond with our homeland
We are determined to defeat the invaders
And springtime will finally come to all over our people.

(2)
Springtime is coming in the warbase
The birds is singing everywhere.
Springtime is coming in the warbase
The tree is whisting under wind.
"Uh uh, uh uh", the bird is singing victory song.

And when the spring finally reach all of our country
I will give a proper gift to my dearest soldier
And reminisce the past with my darling
About the day you fought against our devil foes.
We will greet the springtime with a great festival
All our people, young and old
Together, all sing a great song.

On our Motherland all four seasons will be springtime
We are determined to rebuild our home
And together, all people sing a great song.

i was not quite sure where to post this, in the hobby or music section here.
so i posted it here.

I play a lot of Steel division 2, ...as the Germans, against the British and the U.S.
And i wanted an extended battle music theme.

so here is an W.I.P:
i can not yet sync up the marching with the music just right.



Credit where credit is due,
This is the original that gave me the idea:



So, you know?.
If you are heading to Games Workshop HQ with your fellow Krieg soldiers.
Or i dont know...on your way to burn down Brussel's EU headquarters and plant your nation's flag on their smoldering ashes?.

March with Pride .

old...but gold.



Hear that sound comming from the red square.

I mean,...i am one of the Huns from the west. and my grandfather might slap me from his grave.
but damn!....

*Patriotic feeling intensifies*

My Village
Composer: Văn Cao
Performance: Bích Liên and the female artists of Voice of Vietnam

The song was composed during the 1st Indochina War, when the author happened to hear the bell sound at a nearby village, and reminiscenced about his own village at that time was under the occupation of the French.

According to the author, during the 1980s the music was performed during the Christian ritual on Dresden (anybody here lived in Germany happened to heared that music ?)

(1) My village, with the greeness of bamboo forest
And the ringing sound of bell
The ringing of church bell
Life was happy in our dear homeland
A areca tree, a small boat, and a river.

But all is gone ! Our village was done !
On the day the French came and destroyed everything.
Blood and flesh splattered on everywhere.
Our field was silent, our home was empty, everything was ruined !

(2) That evening when the French came
The bell sound was no longer
The village church was destroyed
But our villagers became the Partisans
We took the enemy weapons to fight against them.

Far from home we were full of vengeance
The evening forest was missing the eveing field
From aboard under the old tree, we were feeling the pain.

(3) And the day when the French was repulsed
Our bell is ringing again
The bell of our old church
We followed the victorious Partisans
Defeating the enemny and going back to our village.

Jubilant villagers is collecting the bamboo and destroying the bridges
We are building fortifications and trenches
The enemy is still there and we are still fighting
But the village is welcoming the new tommorrow.

Today I want to remember the music of Eduard Artemyev. It was he who wrote the soundtracks for the films Solaris and Stalker by Andrei Tarkovsky, but in the USSR and Russia he is better known for these three tracks:

I bet the next time Serb's have to lob some MLRS (aka Steel Rain) they'll be blasting Boban Petrović - Meteorology.



What's the meteorology report for Kosovars, aka Ethnic Bondsteelians? 'Steel Rain' how fitting and ironic!

I have always wanted to know who wrote this great piece of classical music; I just found out it was the Russian composer Tchaikovsky.  

The best part of this song starts at 3:20.  That is such an uplifting part of the song; such a great melody.  I think Tchaikovsky is probably the only Russian that is respected here in the United States and the rest of the Western World.  

This music simply touches my empty soul.

Regular wrote:
This music simply touches my empty soul.

The Imperium of Man approves of this.

My poison, as i sit in my command bunker Archiving the Ukraine war footage and updating Odysee, the threads, etc.
Good subwoofer/headphones is key here.

Sovietpunk