Quotes About Warfare

Can we stop them? Kassad was panting, pouring sweat, and literally quivering from excitement. —

It was a wet and chilly late October morning in A.D. 1415. Kassad had been inserted as an archer into the army of Henry V of England.

He had in his army 44,000 old soldiers, every way answerable to what I have said of them before; and I shall only add, a better army, I believe, never was so soundly beaten.

Most people haven't. The army has Delta Force; the navy has the SEALs. The marines have Force Reconnaissance.

DARPA—the Advanced Research Projects Agency of the U.S. Department of Defense. In Iraq and Afghanistan, American soldiers riding in tanks and trucks were being maimed and killed by IEDs. In response, the Defense Department was determined to develop vehicles that would not need drivers—what would become known as autonomous vehicles.

Houthi was killed by Saleh's forces in 2004. Thereafter, his fervent followers took his name—the Houthis. They also received support from Iran and Hezbollah.

the Houthis captured Sanaa, Yemen's capital. They wasted no time in establishing direct air service between Sanaa and Tehran.

You can not lead a battle if you think you look silly on a horse.

Baghdad is determined to force the Mongols of our age to commit suicide at its gates.

From a very young age, militarism and trying to solve the world's problems through militarism is something that has always resonated with me as being a bad idea.

If we keep bombing other people, that creates more anger. Tensions keep escalating.

Having paid for life, we receive death. By now, in this nineteen hundred and eighty-sixth Year of Our Lord, we all have purchased how many shares in death? How many bombs, shells, mines, guns, grenades, poisons, anonymous murders, nameless sufferings, official secrets? But not the controlling share. Death cannot be marketed in controlling shares.

All-In Fighting by W. E. Fairbairn and Shooting to Live, also by Fairbairn, but co-authored with a certain E. A. Sykes.

What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons.

And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further, Showed me its feet, the feet of many men, And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.

Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels, I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.

Little I'd ever teach a son, but hitting, Shooting, war, hunting, all the arts of hurting.

Most Romans defended the gladiatorial games on the ground that the victims had been condemned to death for serious crimes, that the sufferings they endured acted as a deterrent to others, that the courage with which the doomed men were trained to face wounds and death inspired the people to Spartan virtues, and that the frequent sight of blood and battle accustomed Romans to the demands and sacrifices of war.

War is one of the constants of history, and has not diminished with civilization or democracy. In the last 3,421 years of recorded history only 268 have seen no war.

In the face of warfare and inevitable death, there is no wisdom but in ataraxia,—"to look on all things with a mind at peace.

The goal was to defeat the enemy by limiting its ability to make good decisions.

Like a long sighing of wind in trees it begins, then they sweep into sight, borne now upon a cloud of phantom dust. They rush past, forwardleaning in the saddles, with brandished arms, beneath whipping ribbons from slanted and eager lances; with tumult and soundless yelling they sweep past like a tide whose crest is jagged with the wild heads of horses and the brandished arms of men like the crater of the world in explosion.

You can always see an ancient city better when it's been bombed.

They damaged his nervous system with a wartime Russian mycotoxin. Strapped to a bed in a Memphis hotel, his talent burning out micron by micron, he hallucinated for thirty hours. The damage was minute, subtle, and utterly effective. For Case, who'd lived for the bodiless exultation of cyberspace, it was the Fall.