Quotes About Warfare

Now, I stand alone on this rock, fighting the errors of this world, and establish the science of life by my works. What is my mode of warfare? With the axe of truth I strike at the root of every tree of error and hew it down, so that there shall not be one error in man showing itself in the form of disease.

Existen kilómetros de película con todo tipo de aparatos que se enfrentan en los cielos del mundo entero desde septiembre de 1939 hasta final de la segunda Guerra Mundial. Y todos se parecen. Una mancha imprecisa, oscura, surge de la niebla de la película en blanco y negro, destella, se parte en trozos, humea y después se desintegra

I at once commenced the ascent through a shower of arrows.

Anytime ISIS takes ground, it's a bad thing.

You can't just drop the 82nd Airborne into Baghdad and it will all be over.

The dominant feeling of the battlefield is loneliness.

The enemy now began to appear from the mast-head.

As our enemies have found we can reason like men, so now let us show them we can fight like men also.1 —THOMAS JEFFERSON, July 5, 1775

The Americans have always been better than the Iraqis at the leaflets. Early on in the first Gulf War, Iraqi PsyOps dropped a batch of their own leaflets on US troops, designed to be psychologically devastating. They read, 'Your wives are back at home having sex with Bart Simpson and Burt Reynolds.

When you have to kill the same terrorist twice in one week, then there's either something wrong with your skills or something wrong with your world. And there's nothing wrong with my skills.

Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.

We go on killing each other to no purpose! It is war waged by humanity against humanity, and it will only end when there's no one left to fight!

War! We go on killing each other to no purpose! It is war waged by humanity against humanity, and it will only end when there's no one left to fight.

In the modern world, the meaning of the dead to the defeated is a bitter, unhealed wound, where defeat rarely means obliteration of the people and the civilization. As we recently witnessed in the Persian Gulf War, defeat may not even bring the fall of the opposing government. At the level of grand strategy in Vietnam, the United States had been defeated, and yet American soldiers had won every battle. For the veterans, the unanchored dead continue to hover.

Our images of the bitter fighting among the hedgerows of Normandy do not include booby-trapped wine bottles or French babies sitting on the road atop command-detonated mines. Only 3 to 4 percent of American casualties in World War II and Korea were from booby traps, while 11 percent of the deaths and 17 percent of the injuries in Vietnam were those from these lowest-echelon attacks of surprise and deception. American soldiers literally felt tortured by their Vietnamese enemy.

In Vietnam, American troops were exposed to attacks twenty-four hours a day but were most often attacked at night. There was no safe time to mourn . Allowing one's attention to turn inward to grief could result in one's own death and the deaths of others. Night warfare reflects a change in the customs of war since Homer's time.

A soldier is a Yahoo hired to kill in cold blood as many of his own Species, who have never offended him, as possibly he can.

For these reasons, the trade of a soldier is held the most honorable of all others, because a soldier is a Yahoo hired to kill, in cold blood, as many of his own species, who have never offended him, as possibly he can.

But these days, these warfare days, those old images just don't cut it for me. I need a battlefield Jesus at my side down here in the dangerous, often messy trenches of daily life. I need Jesus the rescuer, ready to wade through pain, death, and hell itself to find me, grasp my hand, and bring me safely through.

I foresee that man will resign himself each day to more atrocious undertakings; soon there will be no one but warriors and brigands; I give them this counsel: The author of an atrocious undertaking ought to imagine that he has already accomplished it, ought to impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.

la Regla recordaba que nadie debía conquistar un reino si antes no conquistaba su propia alma. Teóricamente, cada templario debía antes conquistar su alma para Dios. La estancia en la Orden suponía una guerra personal contra el mundo, el demonio y la carne. Sólo hombres con paz en su alma podían ser guerreros. Si las pasiones habitaban en nuestros corazones, iríamos a la guerra acompañados de nuestras pasiones.

Created by wars that required it, the machine now created the wars it required.

We all fight on two fronts, the one facing the enemy, the one facing what we do to the enemy.

We all fight our own wars, wars for which we'll be judged. Some of them we fight in the forests close to home, others in distant jungles or faraway burning deserts. We all fight our own wars, so maybe it's best not to judge, considering it's rare we even know why we fight so savagely.