Quotes About Warfare

Whatever happens, we have got The Maxim gun, and they have not.

What is a woman's life? Do not think, because she is not a man, she does not fight. The bedchamber is her tilting ground, where she shows her colours, and her theatre of war is the sealed room where she gives birth.

The king's companions are prepared to march. So scented, the courtiers, so urbane: the rustle of silk, the soundless tread of padded shoes. But slaughter is their trade. Like butchers in the shambles, it is what they were reared for. Peace, to them, is just the interval between wars.

It was a little before noon on March 9, 1974, and I was on a slope about two hours away from Wakayama Point.

Suddenly everything went black. A storm raged inside me. I felt like a fool for having been so tense and cautious on the way here. Worse that that, what had I been doing for all these years? Gradually the storm subsided, and for the first time I really understood: my thirty years as a guerrilla fighter for the Japanese army were abruptly finished. This was the end.

They said they understood and would do as I requested. Then they all thanked me for making it possible for them to destroy themselves. I prepared the explosives and the cannister and left the tent. The feeble voices followed me, "Take care of yourself, Commander!

On the way I saw American chewing gum wrappers by the side of the road. In one place a wad of chewing gum was sticking to the leaf of a weed. Here we were holding on for dear life, and these characters were chewing gum while they fought! I was more sad than angry. The chewing gum tinfoil told me just how miserably we had been beaten.

When Akatsu disappeared the fourth time, Shimada started to go look for him, but this time Kozuka and I argued that it was a waste of effort. We did this with the knowledge that Akatsu would eventually tell the enemy everything he knew about our group.

If there should indeed be a full-scale search, we had a plan for escaping from the island, but in the event that we were found before we could carry this into effect, we had resolved to inflict as much damage as we could. If we had to die, it would be easier knowing that we had killed ten or twenty or thirty enemy troops.

If I could kill one more enemy with the last bullet, so much the better. That, rather than commit suicide, seemed to me to be what a soldier ought to do.

No matter how I tried, I could convince no one of the necessity for guerrilla warfare. They all talked big about committing suicide and giving up their lives for the emperor. Deep down they were hoping and praying that Lubang would not be attacked. I was sure of this, but there was nothing I could do about it. I had so little real authority that they did not even take me seriously.

The only way I could see now to discharge my duty to those who had died so tragically was to carry out this desperate night attack on the enemy. I would lead the way into the enemy camp and slaughter as many Americans as I could.

They dug up the graves and burnt the bodies," he said. He began to tell me of an elderly man in the town but then stopped. "Do you want to speak to him?" he asked. "Who dug up the bodies?" "Qaddafi's men, of course," he said in a mildly offended tone. "Reinforcements arrived in buses. The situation here is very bad.

You will kill ten of us, we will kill one of you, but in the end, you will tire of it first.

You can kill ten of our men for every one we kill of yours. But even at those odds, you will lose and we will win.

Throw a hand grenade into a German pillbox and they come out with hands reaching for the sky and shouting "Kamerad!" Throw a hand grenade into a Japanese pillbox and they throw it right back at you. It

Mutually assured destruction.

Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels.

My father used to tell me that once begun, a battle was a living thing and no one could control it.

Watch the blade, not the soldier, Madoc told me many times. Steel never deceives.

She's right to be worried. I just declared war

Some are good with pipes or paint. Some have skill in love. My talent is in making war. The only thing that has ever kept me awake was denying it

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread conflict.

By the ships there lies a dead man, unwept, unburied: Patroclus.