Quotes About Warfare

Berne A remarkable discovery today in the window of a toyshop. Not only lead soldiers of all sizes and poses—but also a large number of tanks. Some of them are quite realistic, with machine guns in the turret and wheels encircled with tracks. Locomotives are no longer in fashion today, in children's toys—not even in Switzerland.

they had encountered the enemy, and in the first two days several thousand

Why humans kill each other is beyond my comprehension, but I can testify that you have been doing it since your inception. Only the weapons change.

War never stops; it only pauses.

War is the same every when and where.

He learned the nervous cheer of a soldier's first survived combat, when the men slap each other and smile as if it's over— We can go home now! —and he learned the sinking depression of a soldiers second combat, when he realizes the fighting does not stop at one battle, there is more and more after that.

when it would be squarely in the path of heavy machine-gun and rocket fire as fighters advanced into this part of town: a view like staring down the barrel of a rifle. Location, location, location, the realtors say. Geography

flying robots from an alien power regularly strike down from the skies and kill Pakistani citizens.

no country inflicts death so readily upon the inhabitants of other countries, frightens so many people so far away, as America.

Only twenty - nine years in the entire human history had been without warfare, and now here he was too, travelling between the episodes of a rapacious civil war.

From the book he carefully tears out several maps, and in this light Afghanistan's mountains and hills and restlessly branching corridors of rock appear as though the pages are crumpled up, and there is a momentary wish in him to smooth them down. Laser-guided bombs are falling onto the pages in his hands, missiles summoned from the Arabian Sea, from American warships that are as long as the Empire State Building is tall.

Even the air of this country has a story to tell about warfare. It is possible here to lift a piece of bread from a plate and, following it back to its origins, collect a dozen stories concerning war – how it affected the hand that pulled it out of the oven, the hand that kneaded the dough, how war impinged upon the field where the wheat was grown.

Esta gaviota vuela sobre el eterno cielo de Hanoi, como antes volaba el agresivo B-52. (de En El País de Vietnam)

One of my top ten favorite novels in any category is Stephanie Plowman's The Road to Sardis, a heartbreaking retelling of the events of the Peloponnesian War, which broke out in 431 B.C. between longtime rivals Athens and Sparta, and lasted for twenty-seven years.

if we chart the locations of the most intense conflict spots in the world right now—from the bloodiest battlefields in Afghanistan and Pakistan, to Libya, Yemen, Somalia, and Iraq—what becomes clear is that these also happen to be some of the hottest and driest places on earth.

I felt the soldiers understood perfectly well that we were making sums out of them—this many safe to spend, this number too high, as if each one wasn't a whole man.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work-- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.

Everything in war is very simple, but the simplest thing is difficult

War is merely the continuation of politics by other means

À noter que les nazis surent aussi adapter leur « science » aux nécessités militaires : ainsi, les Japonais cessèrent dès 1935 d'être stigmatisés comme non-aryens.

In effect, the human being should be considered the priority objective in a political war. And conceived as the military target of guerrilla war, the human being has his most critical point in his mind. Once his mind has been reached, the political animal has been defeated, without necessarily receiving bullets.

Guerillas? There are guerillas here in Dixie?" It was lucky I was looking down. I thought he meant "gorillas" for a minute, and I was having a picture in my head that was crazy wonderful. Then my brain translated.

The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through his iron, through his blood.

I will burn your city, your land, your self.