Quotes About Conflict

So why," she muttered to herself, "am I always breaking up bar fights?

Angeline's personal space because Angeline punched her too.

Nina isn't going to like this, hissed Aunt Tatiana. I'm not married to Nina, I retorted.

I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.

After killing hundreds of American and British soldiers during TORCH, the French had failed to so much as scratch a single German invader.

In the end the war was of a piece with all wars: unpredictable, cruel, and violent, damning the innocent and guilty alike.

War happens inside a man," Eric Sevareid concluded. "It happens to one man alone. It can never be communicated.… A million martyred lives leave an empty place at only one family table.

Thomas Paine, who had a shrewd eye for military matters, was closer to the mark in a public letter to Admiral Howe published in early 1777. "In all the wars which you have formerly been concerned in, you had only armies to contend with," Paine observed. "In this case, you have both an army and a country to combat.

Edward Rutledge, a prominent South Carolina politician, wrote in December that arming freed slaves tended "more effectually to work an eternal separation between Great Britain and the colonies than any other expedient which could possibly have been thought of.

Even Colonel Lang, watching the Americans from the other side of Djebel Naemia, had been surprised by their timid initial approach to the Maknassy heights; a more forceful attack, he concluded, could have shortened the Tunisian campaign by weeks. In his view, the Americans appeared reluctant to risk heavy casualties in a decisive battle, preferring to crush their foes with material superiority even if that meant extending the fight. There was truth in that assessment too.

blared "The Stars and Stripes Forever," clearly audible on the hillcrest, where a lieutenant who was immune to the prevailing confidence of his seniors murmured, "'Into the valley of death rode the six hundred.

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Amantium irae amoris integratio est.'" Lovers' quarrels are a part of love.

Merde pour la guerre"—Shit on the war.

September 1, 1939, was the first day of a war that would last for 2,174 days, and it brought the first dead in a war that would claim an average of 27,600 lives every day, or 1,150 an hour, or 19 a minute, or one death every 3 seconds. Within four weeks of the blitzkrieg attack on Poland by sixty German divisions, the lightning war had killed more than 100,000 Polish soldiers, and 25,000 civilians had perished in bombing attacks.

They're not shooting at us, they're not shooting at us," one infantry commander insisted, even as French artillery plastered his battalion.

Morale problems could be seen in the decision of nearly ninety U.S. crews in March and April to fly to neutral countries, usually Sweden or Switzerland, to be interned for the duration. The

German general who had fought in both world wars now described the Normandy struggle as "a monstrous blood-mill, the likes of which I have not seen in eleven years of war." Omar Bradley lamented, "I can't afford to stay here. I lose all my best boys. They're the ones who stick their heads through hedges and then have them blown off.

Italian troops from the Assietta and Aosta Divisions surrendered by the thousands, grousing at German betrayal. "One never seemed to be able to do enough to please them," an Italian POW explained.

Yet the war and all that the war contained—nobility, villainy, immeasurable sorrow—is certain to live on even after the last old soldier has gone to his grave. May the earth lie lightly on his bones.

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When the trucks halted for a moment and GIs tumbled out to urinate in squirming echelons on the road shoulders, civilians rushed up to plead for cigarettes with two fingers pressed to the lips, a gesture described by Forrest Pogue as the French national salute.

London—the king's men, if not the king himself—conspired to deprive them of what they and their ancestors had wrenched from this hard land. They were, a Boston writer concluded, "panting for an explosion.

September 1, 1939, was the first day of a war that would last for 2,174 days, and it brought the first dead in a war that would claim an average of 27,600 lives every day, or 1,150 an hour, or 19 a minute, or one death every 3 seconds.