Quotes About Warfare

Rome didn't create an Empire by holding meetings - they did it by killing their enemies.

To truly defeat an enemy, no sacrifice is too great.

If I charge, follow me. If I retreat, kill me. If I die, revenge me.

The battle for our lives, and the lives of our children, our husbands, our friends, our families, & our nation, is waged on our knees.

The battle for our lives, and the lives of our children, our husbands, our friends, our families, and our nation, is waged on our knees.

The techniques of behavioral control make even the hydrogen bomb look like a child's toy.

How his family was killed. Fakhri and his thugs raiding villages, burning, raping. Sunnis, Shi'a, Alawites, Christians, everybody killing everybody else. People say the Mafia's bad. Mafia's nothing next to those fucking religions.

There was serious reason to pay attention. Those of us who would be leading rifle platoons in the infantry had frequently been reminded that the odds of our being killed or wounded were better than 50 percent.

Ghosts walked beside Condley on the muddy trails, dirty and unshaven, burdened by helmets and packs and weapons, loping tiredly, all parts of their bodies half asleep while their eyes stayed bright with fear. The ghosts would always be there, young-faced and yearning, even as time itself erased the evidence of their passing. It was a burden rather than a talent that Condley could walk a village trail and be in two time zones at once, the past just as fresh as today.

Their bloodline was stained by centuries of continuous warfare along the border between England and Scotland, and then in the bitter settlements of England's Ulster Plantation in Northern Ireland.

Can you imagine," he went on to say, "what would have been the condition of things eventually if there had been no war, and the South had been allowed to follow its course? Instead of one great, prosperous country with nothing before it but the conquests of peace, a score of petty republics, as in Central and South America, wasting their energies in war with each other pr om revolutions.

All ways remember, incoming fire has the right of way.

Some of you will not come back. Some of you will come back maimed. Those of you who do come back will come back changed men. That is war!

Vele jaren zijn intussen voorbijgegaan. Michiel is nu driënveertig. Hij heeft de kranten goed gelezen en hij weet dat er sinds die avondwandeling met Dirk gevochten is in Indonesië, Joegoslavië, Hongarije, Noord-Ierland, China, Korea, Vietnam, Cambodja, Kongo, Algerije, Israël, Jordanië, Ecuador, Dominica, Cuba, Honduras, Mozambique, Kashmir, Bengalen, en nog veel, veel landen meer.

All warfare that is not defensive is criminal.

One historian has called TICOM, short for Target Intelligence Committee, "the last great secret of World War II.

We live in a world of guided missiles and misguided men.

I voiced to him my grave misgivings, first on the basis of my belief that Japan was already defeated and that dropping the bomb was completely unnecessary, and secondly because I thought that our country should avoid shocking world opinion by the use of a weapon whose employment was, I thought, no longer mandatory as a measure to save American lives.

We have had the bomb on our minds since 1945. It was first our weaponry, and then diplomacy, and now it's our economy. How can we suppose that something so monstrously powerful could not, after 40 years, compose our identity?

Humans have learned to split the atom. Instead of killing ten or twenty people with a wooden club, one person can now kill a million just by pushing a button. Is that real change?

Sin is guerrilla warfare that is deadly. Just when you think you are in control, it seeks to devour you.

And then earlier than that there were the crusades. The crusades were totally fucked. Richard the Lionheart, who had the heart of a lion as well as his own. He ripped it out of the lion, and the lion was left with a bicycle pump and not much to do.

LO I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske, As time her taught, in lowly Shepheards weeds, Am now enforst a far vnfitter taske, For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds, And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds; Whose prayses hauing slept in silence long, Me, all too meane, the sacred Muse areeds To blazon broad emongst her learned throng: Fierce warres and faithfull loues shall moralize my song.

The rapid firing of the 105s pounding the hill up ahead encouraged him. Maybe this won't be so bad, he reasoned. No one could survive that pounding.