Quotes About Warfare

If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck.

Men will find a reason to kill each other anywhere

Rome strikes back!

And to everyone at Susanna Lea's agency for their role in making this whole histoire possible. 'The English, by nature, always want to fight their neighbours for no reason, which is why they all die badly.' From the Journal d'un Bourgeois de Paris, written during the Hundred Years War

These men were born to drill and die.             Point for them the virtue of the slaughter,             Make plain to them the excellence of killing             And a field where a thousand corpses lie.

skirmishers who were running hither and thither

A dead soldier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm. Farther off there was a group of four or five corpses keeping mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot. In this place the youth felt that he was an invader. This forgotten part of the battleground was owned by the dead men, and he hurried, in the vague apprehension that one of the swollen forms would rise and tell him to begone.

The lieutenant of the youth's company was shot in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that a nervous laugh went along the regimental line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as if he had hit his fingers with a tack hammer at home.

A single rifle flashed in a thicket before the regiment.

Pvt. Robert Fruling said he spent two and a half days at Pointe-du-Hoc, all of it crawling on his stomach. He returned on the twenty-fifth anniversary of D-Day "to see what the place looked like standing up" (Louis Lisko interview, EC).

Discipline won't do it, because discipline relies on punishment, and there is no punishment the Army can inflict on a front-line soldier worse than putting him into the front line.3

Nor did the Americans find it necessary to wage a ruthless campaign. As has been mentioned previously, both sides respected

discipline relies on punishment, and there is no punishment the Army can inflict on a front-line soldier worse than putting him into the front line.3

mentor, Frederick the Great, had warned, "He who defends everything, defends nothing."6

They hid, Bos came over the hill, looked puzzled, and Custer let loose with a bullet that whizzed over his brother's head. Bos turned

A tank cannon thrust through a kitchen door really stimulates exodus

Theirs not to reason why/Theirs but to do and die," even if the soldiers did not know the source. Those on Omaha Beach who had committed the poem to memory surely muttered to themselves, "Some one had blunder'd.")

You may be gold, and we poor ordinary men may be of bronze, but ask any solier out there which metal they'd rather have for a sword blae or a spearpoint

Even as he breathed his last breath he killed more Trojans. Terrified by the sight of a mortally wounded man with such implacable strength and will, most held back, unsure that such a man could really die.

What did we see last night?" he asked. "It wasn't warfare. It was madness. Deception, savagery, dishonor, and disgrace. What have the mortals become?" "Terrible, isn't it? Who do they think they are—gods?" "There's a time for humor, Hermes, and this isn't it," said Apollo.

Soldiers could no longer die in the thousands, much less the hundreds.

Someday I will teach you how to plan and administer an attack on a fortification. You don't just drive up to it, you idiot. What did you think would happen?

Shakespeare wrote about love. I write about love. Shakespeare wrote about gang warfare, family feuds and revenge. I write about all the same things.

Oh, go in anywhere Colonel, go in anywhere. You'll find lovely fighting all along the line.