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MasterJayJay:
Major General Buba said that the incident of the recent suicide bombings in Gwoza resulting in the killing of innocent citizens and military personnel, “is what happens at the ending circle of terrorism. It is aimed attracting attention. It is aimed at regaining relevance. It is aimed at trying to recruit new members and it is aimed at reducing support for the troops and security agencies”.
He said, “We are in a state of war. As it is when you are involved in counter terrorism, counter insurgency across the country, in such situation, ugly things happen from time to time. What has happened in Gwoza is one of those terrible things. Whenever people are killed whether civilians or security personnel, it is a tragedy. However, our operations are going according to plan”.
He disclosed that those asking question as to why the Nigerian Army is planning to establish a school of Islamic Affairs are missing the point as the Army also have in place, a school of Chaplaincy for Christians.
“Being in the military does not make us not to be religiously inclined. There is always for improvement, to be better informed and educated on what you preach and talk about to the people.

Baronthecelebri:
Let's divide the country

delpee:
No big deal. They have Churches and train their Priests too.

naptu2:
Chaplains in action at the war front

Beremx:
e shock you? Soldiers' lives are more important in the south than in the north. While the south suffer the consequences of soldiers killed, it's a normal thing in the north.

UncommonLogic:

Your father.

Goodvibes007:
Do they need to give reasons?
I see Ibo posters like gidgiddy, Berem and nedu complaining as usual. The irony, the director of the Nigerian Army school of Islamic affair is an Ibo Muslim from the same state as Berem.
Now Brigadier General (Chief Imam) Emekoma

Goodvibes007:
Oh well. The motto of the Nigerian Army is Victory is from God Alone. The Christian wing below. Na traditional wing remain 👇

UncommonLogic:
Nigerian Christians especially those IPOB terrorist cannibal monkeys are the worst hypocrites. They will be OK with anything that promotes their way of life while crying and wailing about others.
Pandora pathological liar Obi is the true face of that hypocrisy.
Yes Daddy religious fanatical fools.

naptu2:
The Nigerian Armed Forces offers chaplaincy services to its officers, men and women. The job of the chaplain is to minister to the spiritual needs of the soldiers.
Examples of famous chaplains are Reverend Monsignor Colonel Ayodele Pedro-Martins and Anthony Cardinal Okogie, who served as a chaplain during the Civil War.
The chaplaincy services in the Nigerian Armed Forces are divided into the Islamic, Roman Catholic and Protestant chaplaincy services. There are schools that train the pastors, priests and imams that serve as chaplains in the armed forces.
Picture 1) Nigerian Army Chaplaincy Training School (Roman Catholic), Ojo, Lagos.

UncommonLogic:
Nigerian Christians especially those IPOB terrorist cannibal monkeys are the worst hypocrites. They will be OK with anything that promotes their way of life while crying and wailing about others.
Pandora pathological liar Obi is the true face of that hypocrisy.
Yes Daddy religious fanatical fools.

Goodvibes007:
Do they need to give reasons?

I see Ibo posters like gidgiddy, Berem and nedu complaining as usual. The irony, the director of the Nigerian Army school of Islamic affair is an Ibo Muslim from the same state as Berem.

Now Brigadier General (Chief Imam) Emekoma

naptu2:
The priests and imams that offer prayers on Remembrance Day are members of the Armed Forces.

Mccullum:
If you can't complain on school of chaplain, you have no moral ground to criticize School of Islamic affairs.

Kobojunkie:
Why should they have that and not have schools to train priests for Amadioha, Sango, Ogun, etc., including allah? Either build for all of the gods or build for none abeg! We need to stop wasting money on things that do not truly bring value to the Nation.

Kobojunkie:
Where are the Sango, Ifa, Ogun, Amadioha, Osanobua, etc. priests in all of this? Why do they not have representation when their gods are local Nigerian gods?

naptu2:
■ If you want schools to Obatala, Hare Krsihna and whatever, simply join the armed forces and start it or petition your legislator. They provide for what is demanded/needed

naptu2:

Stop making a fuss on Nairaland and join the military and demand for it.

He said, “We are in a state of war. As it is when you are involved in counter terrorism, counter insurgency across the country, in such situation, ugly things happen from time to time. What has happened in Gwoza is one of those terrible things. Whenever people are killed whether civilians or security personnel, it is a tragedy. However, our operations are going according to plan”.
He disclosed that those asking question as to why the Nigerian Army is planning to establish a school of Islamic Affairs are missing the point as the Army also have in place, a school of Chaplaincy for Christians.
“Being in the military does not make us not to be religiously inclined. There is always for improvement, to be better informed and educated on what you preach and talk about to the people.

Kobojunkie:
Why should they have that and not have schools to train priests for Amadioha, Sango, Ogun, etc., including allah as well? Either build for all of the gods or build for none abeg! We need to stop wasting money on things that do not bring value to the Nation in its entirety.

Mccullum:
■ You may agitate for constitutional amendment.

Kobojunkie:
..... Demand is necessary for representation for local gods? Are yu for real... I didn't see any of that stated in the OP.
Are you now the one making the rules as far as what gods can receive representation and what gods can't as far as the army is concerned?

naptu2:
Now, the major detour (before I post about the legal luminaries). Lots of famous people in this story.

Anthony Okogie (the future Anthony Cardinal Okogie, Catholic Archbishop of Lagos) had just become a priest. He then went to the Vatican University. On the ship back to Nigeria after finishing university he heard (on the radio) about the crisis that was to become the Nigerian Civil War.

In this story you'll read about his experience at the warfront and interactions with some of the most famous actors in the conflict.

naptu2:
[size=14pt]March to the war front.[/size]

It was during Rev. Father Moran’s era that Anthony met Monsignor Pedro Martins, his former teacher at St Gregory’s College, who had now been seconded into the Nigerian Army.

Monsignor Martins, accompanied by a gun carrying orderly, had burst into Anthony’s little office at the Holy Cross Cathedral Mission and said to him…”What are you doing here wasting your time and your youth? You should come into the army and make yourself more useful”. Anthony was rather shocked and just replied, “Monsignor I am not cut out to be a soldier, but if you insist, tell my boss”. Monsignor Martins was furious and shouted back at him…”Shut up! What do you mean by boss; who is your boss?”

A few weeks later Anthony was summoned by the Papal Delegate in Nigeria and given the marching orders armed with only £50.00 to report at the warfront; to serve in the 3rd Marine Command under Brigadier Benjamin Adekunle (The Black Scorpion). Anthony, confused and petrified, rushed back to report to the Archbishop; but the Archbishop whom Anthony had hoped would be his saving grace just replied: “Is that so? Then you must prepare to go to the warfront. The people there are human beings like you”. For once, Anthony felt his God had forsaken him and for the first time almost regretted his decision to become a priest.

When Anthony broke the news to his mother, she burst into tears. If she had her way, she would not allow her son to go to the warfront. She was not the only one who shared this strong view however. Even his friends, fellow priests and his parishioners advised him to refuse to be “drafted” to the army. Anyway, Anthony’s mind was made up to take the challenge if that was God’s wish.

Having received the Archbishop’s blessings, he packed up his suitcase, including his “Mass Box” and phoned up Monsignor Martins for further instructions. Anthony had just begun to speak when, Monsignor Martins bellowed:”Are you still there?” As if Anthony was already part of the army. “I don’t know where to go”, Anthony replied. “Report to Tamado Barracks”, Monsignor Martins told him and before Anthony could utter another word, he banged the phone.

Anthony did not even know where Tamado Barracks was located. He decided to brave it and so, asked a driver to take him to Apapa. When he got there he dismissed the driver. No sooner had the driver driven off than Anthony came face to face with some security men who halted him to search his belongings. Anthony was casually attired in shirt and trousers and not in his priestly robe as he had earlier been advised. He was treated as a trespasser. He was subjected to the most humiliating search with his personal belongings scattered all over the ground with the bayonet of their guns.

When the security men finally finished with him and allowed him into the barracks, Anthony went in search of Monsignor Pedro Martins. After some moments of wandering around, Anthony summoned the courage to enquire from a stern-looking soldier. At the mention of Colonel Martins, the soldier’s facial expression changed to that of fear and uncertainty. After a moment of sizing him up, the soldier enquired what business Anthony had with the Colonel. Anthony explained that he was a priest being drafted into the army.

The soldier relaxed and took him to where he could see Colonel Pedro Martins, who unfortunately was at a meeting. Anthony had to wait. After a long while, he was ushered into House Number Seven on Point Road Apapa – the official residence of Lt Col (Monsignor) Pedro Martins – the Army Chaplain. On coming face-to-face with Pedro Martins, Father Anthony was not quite sure what their new relationship was going to be. He attempted a simple greeting and Monsignor Martins barked at him. “Oh yes Father Anthony, the first lesson you learn here is to respond ‘Yes Sir’ to every instruction you are given, okay?”

There was no equality here and there was no time for rubbish.

Came next question – “Have you eaten?” “No Monsignor”, Father Anthony replied. “You see?” Monsignor Martins exploded, “I said ‘Yes Sir’ to every question, right or wrong”. Anthony quickly replied “Yes Sir” even though he hadn’t had a bite all day. Monsignor Martins asked his steward to prepare a meal for Anthony.

In a more cordial tone, he asked “Have you said mass?” Father Anthony replied “yes Monsignor” and Monsignor Martins flared up again “You this boy, you will never learn. For the last time, you say ‘Yes sir at all times”.

This he repeated three times, banging his swagger stick on the center table. Anthony was visibly shaken as he repeated “Yes sir” three times. Under normal circumstances and outside this sort of military setting, Anthony would never say “Yes sir” to anybody.

For the first time since he came into Monsignor Martins’ sitting room, he was offered a seat and invited to take breakfast. Anthony moved to the table and poured himself a cup of tea. Just as he was about to take the first sip, Monsignor Martins stopped him. “When you go with the soldiers to the battle field, you will have to learn how to crawl on your chest. Do you know how crocodiles move?”

Father Anthony said “No Monsignor”. Monsignor Martins made as if to hit him on the face, so Anthony quickly corrected himself “Yes sir”.

Monsignor Martins said “Haven’t you got ears?” Then he went down on his tummy and crawled like a crocodile. He got up and said “Now do the same”. Anthony tried it and Monsignor Martins said “Now you can have your meal”.

But just as he was about setting the fork in his mouth, Monsignor Martins came up again. “Now, one more thing – the frog jump. Anytime you see the boys do it, do just that, otherwise don’t blame me or anybody for whatever happens to you”. Then he handed Anthony a big brown envelope which he advised him to give to his commanding officer at the warfront. “This is your life, this is your life, I repeat, this is your life”. And to his orderly, he shouted “Now Major, take him away!”

Anthony was dumbfounded. He took a look at the dinning table and at the Monsignor, but the Monsignor ordered “Come on, keep moving!”

Father Anthony wanted to explain to Monsignor that he had not even tasted his food, but as he attempted to complain, Monsignor Martins screamed “shut up!” In this place, there is nothing like Monsignor or Reverend Father. All you must learn to say is “yes sir” and with that, he dismissed Anthony who still couldn’t get over the shock of being invited to breakfast and not being allowed a bite.

naptu2:
But he knew he had to leave there and then, if even with an empty stomach. From then on, Anthony learnt to obey instructions and prepared to move to the theatre of war. The trip was by boat, M.V Azikiwe and his destination - Port Harcourt.

When he boarded the boat, Anthony found a large crowd, even university students on vacation. They all looked hungry and angry, especially the sailors. One soldier collected Anthony’s suitcase rather curtly and dumped it in a corner. Father Anthony was angered by this careless attitude and he screamed at the soldier “why did you dump my luggage just like that?” The soldier, not being sure of who Father Anthony was, as he was in mufti, cautiously replied “where else can I put it sir? The whole place is full sir”.

Anthony seized this opportunity to establish his authority and ordered the soldier to “shut up”. “Where’s my cabin?” He asked. When he saw how quickly the soldier jumped at this command, it dawned on the young priest that he was joking with his life ordering an army officer around. For the first time he wondered what would happen when the soldier found out who he really was. At this stage, fear gripped him and he prayed “Jesus help me, Mary save me!” Though scared, Anthony had however learnt something new about soldiers – they would obey you only if you shouted or screamed at them. With this in mind he decided to try his luck again at lunch time.

Again, he picked on the same soldier he had an encounter with earlier in the morning and asked him “where is my lunch?” “I don’t know sir” replied the soldier. “What do you mean you don’t know, can’t you go and ask one of the sailors?” The soldier scurried off and came back to report that the sailors had refused to attend to him. Father Anthony began to treat the soldier gently and decided to make a friend of him. so he asked him “Aren’t you a Yoruba man?” And he spoke Yoruba to him. The soldier immediately felt at ease. He told Father Anthony how much suffering the soldiers had to go through. “You are an officer sir, you will be treated well, but us, even water we would not get”, he lamented, still convinced he was speaking to a senior officer.

Anthony spoke to the next sailor that came his way. “Excuse me sir”, “Yes?” the man replied. “When is lunch?” The sailor took a hard look at him wondering whom he was, asking such a stupid question. But Father Anthony persisted. “Where is the dinning room?” The sailor mellowed down and gave him directions. Anthony went as directed and finally found the dining hall but alas it was empty. Not a single soul. Was he too early? He stood wondering for a while and eventually decided to take a table near the entrance, so he could get out quickly if it became necessary.

He was thus the first to be served but he hardly commenced eating when officers in sparkling and well-ironed uniforms started filing in. Father Anthony was the only one in mufti and without being told, he knew he was in the wrong place. One of the officers noticed and took a long look at him. Anthony immediately sprang to his feet, made to dash through the door, but changed his mind. He observed the officers making signals and whispering among themselves. All eyes were on him, but nobody said a word. He summoned up courage and sat down again to finish his food quietly, while watching the officers depart one after the other with the corner of his eyes.

Fther Anthony waited for all of them to depart. He seized this opportunity to stuff all his pockets with left over bread and meat. These he parceled to his new found soldier friend who devoured them like a caged hungry lion. Father Anthony was full of sympathy for him and his type. For the first time he was coming in contact with real hardship military style.

Having accomplished his first mission – filling his stomach, he decided to go in search of a drink. He headed straight for the kitchen where he met a cook who sized him up and asked what his business was there. “Water” Anthony quickly replied, when in actual fact he was dying for a cup of tea. The cook told him that the kitchen was a forbidden zone. He was advised to go for water where his mates got drinking water.

Anthony who could never believe himself being denied water now began to see life outside the protection of the mission compound and began to dread what lay ahead of him on this journey. He tried another line on the difficult cook. “Look my friend”, he said, “we are all the same. You don’t know me, I don’t know you. This is war time you know!” The cook looked at him again and said “Alright, don’t lecture me, just take water and go” . so Anthony grabbed a bottle and disappeared without bothering to take a drinking glass with him.

In the evening, Father Anthony attempted to return the bottle and maybe grab another one. On his way to the kitchen however, he ran into the captain of the ship for the first time. He certainly wouldn’t have recognized him, but for his uniform and the way the boys addressed him.

“What the hell are you doing here, your place is on the deck!” The captain said:
Father Anthony stammered “I’ve only come to return this bottle sir.”
“What bottle/ who gave you that bottle anyway?” Anthony was afraid to disclose who had given him the bottle. Instead he just turned around and left without one word. The next morning, he decided to try his luck again with the bottle. He was able to make it to the kitchen this time. He wanted a real drink, so instead of asking the cook for water, this time he asked for tea. To Anthony’s surprise, the cook gave him a mug of tea which he drank with relish.

naptu2:
Finally, they arrived Port Harcourt and a driver took him to a military camp. The driver dropped him off at the entrance and drove of without a word. Two soldiers he attempted talking to just refused to utter a word. He decided to wander around on his own. Around him were men and women in smart khaki uniforms walking about briskly. Then he saw the danger sign hanging in the door of an office on which was boldly written in white and red “ENTER UNDER PAIN OF DEATH”.

Beside the door was stationed a well fed monkey jumping from one end to the other. Anthony kept all his sense at alert, watching every movement suspiciously. He observed that everyone passing by the door all looked straight on, not daring to look towards the door. Anthony thought this was rather queer, but decided to walk up to the military policeman stationed by the door. The policeman ignored him so he turned to another gun-carrying soldier nearby who did not even blink an eyelid. At one end of the compound, however, Anthony noticed heaps of locally made weapons which must have been recovered from rebel troops.

Finally however, Father Anthony was able to gain entrance into what looked from the outside as the House of Death. Seated in a large office was a Military Colonel by name Godwin Ally, who turned out to be the Chief of Staff at the camp. Father Anthony now stood before Col. Ally clutching the big brown envelope that Monsignor Pedro Martins had given him

“Yes, what can I do for you”, the Chief of Staff asked. “Good afternoon sir, I’m from Lagos”, Father Anthony replied.

“Yes, I know you’re from Lagos, but who are you?” Col. Ally asked again. Anthony handed him the big brown envelope. Col. Ally quickly ripped it open and brought out a tiny piece of paper, about 2”x2” in size. Anthony was surprised. He would not believe that that was all he had been carrying like a treasure in the big brown envelope all the way from Lagos.

“Oh, you’re the Roman Catholic Chaplain from Lagos”, the Chief of Staff asked. “How is Martins?” “He’s well sir.” Anthony replied. Then Col Ally brought out from underneath his large table his beer mug and sipped the content, looked at Father Anthony, twirled his whiskers and smiled.

Father Anthony seized the opportunity to quickly look around this big room that served as office. There were heavy blood stains all over the walls and on one side of the room hung the map indicating the war zone. Anthony ran his eyes from the wall up to the ceiling. The roof was half blown off, it was a sorrowful sight. All of a sudden, Col. Ally jumped off his chair and ordered Father Anthony to stand up. Anthony sprang up with his back to the door, while Col. Ally stood facing it. from the look on his face, Father Anthony guessed that a superior officer must be at the door.

Just then a voice rang out – “who is that man”?
The Roman Catholic Chaplain from Lagos Sir” Col. Ally replied.
“What is he doing here”.
“He was sent by Col. Pedro Martins Sir”.
“Tell him Jesus Christ died long ago”, the mystery voice said again and disappeared. Col. Ally relaxed, sat down, got out his mug again and took a long sip.

The Chief of Staff sent for the Protestant Chaplain, a major and introduced Father Anthony to him. “Oh, it’s the Priest from Lagos?” The major said.

“Precisely so and now, I hand him over to you, show him everything there is to see, tell him what to do and how to behave”, the Chief of Staff concluded.

naptu2:
When they were alone outside, Father Anthony intimated the major that he had been briefed that his duty was to cater for the spiritual well-being of the troops.

“How about a car?” Father Anthony asked.

“Car? Did I hear you say car? Well my dear friend, you have to commandeer your own vehicle”, the major replied.

“But how can I go on the street and seize a car just like that?” Anthony protested.

"Well you will learn, nobody will teach you.” And that was all the reply the major volunteered. Meanwhile Col. Ally passing by picked a bit of their conversation and asked the major why he would not apply to the General Officer Commanding for a car for the priest. The major replied that he had earlier done so and that the GOC’s response was that when Jesus Christ was alive, he never rode a car.

Father Anthony asked if he could take a ride in the major’s car. “Why not?” the major replied – “you’re now one of us, you are stuck here, there’s no escape.”

When they entered onto the car, Father Anthony told the man that if he had his way he would tell the GOC that true, Jesus Christ never rode a car, but that there was none in his time and that even then, Jesus rode on one of the best means of transportation available, a well-bred donkey! At least he rode into Jerusalem on one. . .

“Do you think you can face the GOC and say that?” The major asked him.

“If need be, why not?” Father Anthony replied.

“That’s the life of a Catholic priest” the Chief of Staff who was riding in the same car with them remarked. “You see how they reason?”

Then he turned and faced the Major from the back of the car. “You people attend the seminary for three or four months, you come out and say you’re priests. Look my friend, I’m a catholic, you hear that?”

This disclosure that Col. Ally was a catholic brought unimaginable relief to Father Anthony, who now believed he had a friend. At this point, the Chief of Staff dismissed the major and drew Father Anthony nearer.

“Now Father, listen . . . . to make life easier for you, I will release my personal military jeep and driver for your use everyday. You are entitled to one soldier and two orderlies to guard you anywhere and anytime.” Then he summoned a military police officer to show Father Anthony to the vehicle.

Anthony was asked to be taken to Shell Quarters and the bloody sight he found was better imagined than believed.

His impulse on getting to Port-Harcourt was to sneak around and asses the extent of damage around the town. About an hour and a half later, the Chief of Staff came in search of Father Anthony. To his dismay, the young priest was nowhere to be found. So he sent a search party after him.

When Anthony finally showed up, he asked him where he had been and Anthony merely replied – “surveying”.

The Chief of Staff looked at him in shocked disbelief – “I hope you realize where you are and what’s happening around you. I hope you don’t get yourself surveyed pretty soon.”, he said. He took Anthony to his house and gave him a drink while he had his cold beer. “If there is anything you want, feel free to ask, but don’t over-reach yourself. If you go against orders, I’ll deal with you ruthlessly. Don’t forget you are now one of us”.

That was how Father Anthony commenced his military life at the soldiers’ camp.

naptu2:
■I told you a long time ago that you don't seem to be serious. You like arguing just for the sake of arguing when you know that you are not making any sense. Chaplaincy services are not there just for the sake of having chaplaincy services. They are there for the needs of the officers and men. Have you heard of any officer or other rank that demanded for it and did not get it. Join the military and demand for it if you want it. If you cannot understand something as simple as that, then I can't help you. I am not interested in wasting my time and exchanging meaningless arguments. Goodbye.