Quotes About Warfare

Grownups killing each other

Killing unbelievers has been part of — of course not all of — Islam since its inception. Within 10 years of Muhammad's death Muslims had conquered and violently converted whole peoples from Iran to Egypt and from Yemen to Syria. Muslims have offered conquered people death or conversion since that time.

If you are a citizen of the kingdom of God through faith in Christ, you are automatically at war with the kingdom of Satan.

Sassenach, I've been stabbed, bitten, slapped, and whipped since supper - which I didna get to finish. I dinna like to scare children an I dinna like to flog men, and I've had to do both. I've two hundred English camped three miles away, and no idea what to do about them. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm sore. If you've anything like womanly sympathy about ye, I could use a bit!

To fight on the winning side was one thing; to survive, quite another.

Fighting was an exhausting business, and so was fear.

English dragoons

of a musket ball embedded in his

SOMETHING SUITABLE IN WHICH TO GO TO WAR

bent forward, hugging his knees. 'Then I could see, too. The English, wriggling over the ground like maggots in meat, and the men behind me. George McClure came up with me, and Wallace and Ross on the other side, and we were walkin' still, one pace at a time, but faster and faster, seein' the sassenaches breaking before us.' There was a dull boom off to the right;

You, of all people, must appreciate the force of the Hieland charge!" Jamie looked up at that, and regarded MacDonald for a long moment before replying. "Aye, well. Ye were behind the cannon at Culloden, Donald. I was in front of them. With a sword in my hand.

I'm a big advocate of drones.

I'm not a fan almost anywhere of announcing to the enemy of what I'm going to do.

I like the enemy knowing there are a few guys like me around.

Do not count the days, do not count the miles. Count only the Germans you have killed. Kill the German - this is your old mother's prayer. Kill the German - this is what your children beseech you to do. Kill the German - this is the cry of your Russian earth. Do not waver. Do not let up. Kill.

Stories of military exploits were repeated almost before boys left their mother's breast. Does a little booby cry for any ache? The mother scolds him in this fashion: "What a coward to cry for a trifling pain! What will you do when your arm is cut off in battle? What when you are called upon to commit hara-kiri?

In this respect, the concept of "the people" is converted into, say, slaves, workers, wage earners, lesser functional officials, etc., and, as well, breeders of millions of disposable and replaceable "soldiers" who fight and die in whatever wars are designated by their higher-ups.

It was funny yet pitiable when I imagined how they gathered whatever white cloth they could find, attached it to a dead twig, and marched forward just to surrender

To a man who came from a military culture in which pilots were given swords instead of parachutes, and in which suicide was infinitely preferable to capture, it was incomprehensible that the Chinese would not fight an enemy to the death.

A believer who is equipped and who is no longer ignorant about spiritual warfare is a person who is armed, powerful, and fearless. Satan should not be a threat to you.

Saying I love you and forgiving each other without holding grudges are very powerful ways of doing spiritual warfare. Without saying it, you are declaring, "Satan, you can't have my marriage!" The enemy of your soul desires that you be constantly involved in contentions.

This is what spiritual warfare is all about. It's not looking for a demon in all the corners, but it's loving with faith.

Horror would not annoy a soldier any more than the sight of a hammer annoys a carpenter. It is sentimental to pretend that horror is not the tool of the soldier, just as the hammer is the tool of the carpenter. We live off death and the threat of death and we must take it calmly and use it well.... Eventually I came to enjoy killing, as a pianist enjoys the Czerny which keeps his fingers limber for the Beethoven.

My squad is my family, my gun is my provider, and protector, and my rule is to kill or be killed.