Quotes About War

Yes, so it appears. But you can look at the thing from another angle. Fräulein Greta was his niece and a very lovely girl, but the War has shown us time and again that brother can turn against sister, or father against son and so on, and the loveliest and gentlest of young girls did some of the most amazing things.

we can win the war—make no mistake about that—but only if we don't lose it first. And the danger of losing it comes, not from outside—not from the might of Germany's bombers, not from her seizure of neutral countries and fresh vantage points from which to attack—but from within.

slack time. The war was

He thought to himself: "He'll ask me now if I was old enough to be in the War. These old boys always do." But General Macarthur did not mention the War.

But I had noticed the pause. I was almost sure that what she had been about to say was "That's what I did." I decided to take the war into the enemy's country. "I see," I said pleasantly, "so you've had one, too?

We are not pleasant people here, for the story of war is always the story of hate; it makes no difference with whom one fights. The hate destroys you.

Meanwhile, sitting in the lounge talking, listening to the radio broadcasts, we learned the pay-off. The world had not changed...Love of country flourished, while love of humanity withered; worship of God was present, and following of Christ was absent. This was the victory we had won. This was the world men had bought with their blood. This was peace.

During the war, I honed my sense of suspicion into a fine art. Before approaching a house, a stable, or a barn, I would bend down to the ground and listen, sometimes for hours. By the sounds, I could tell if there were people there, and how many. People were always a sign of danger.

I spent much of the war flat on the ground, listening. Among other things, I learned to listen to the birds. They are remarkable harbingers, not only of imminent rain, but also of bad people and wild beasts.

Dr Leila Gupta found that most children had witnessed extreme violence and did not expect to survive. Two-thirds of the children interviewed had seen somebody killed by a rocket and scattered corpses or body parts. More than 70 per cent had lost a family member and no longer trusted adults. 'They all suffer from flashbacks, nightmares and loneliness. Many said they felt their life was not worth living anymore,' said Dr Gupta. Every norm of family life had been destroyed in the war.

The so-called peace path is not peace and it is not a substitute for jihad and resistance.

When an Allied official criticised the undisciplined behaviour of the Red Army in Germany, a Russian officer is said to have replied: 'This is not the Red Army. The Red Army perished on the battlefields in 1941 and 1942. These are the hordes of Asia whom we have whipped to war so that we might roll back the German onslaught.

Between June and October the Americans, British and French ended the state of war with Germany

The problem is that the Iraqi people are facing atrocities from both sides - Zarqawi and also the American troops at times. The Zarqawi groups uses car bombs, the Americans use other bombs. You also know what they do in the prisons.

Kenzo had become a military medic. He had survived the war with limbs and faculties intact, although even after he was repatriated from the Philippines a sort of tropical torpor seemed to linger in his mind.

Kenzo had no grudge against the American victors, and he thought of saying, "Their appalling tattoos didn't keep them from winning the war.

a tale of two brothers intent on killing each other. Kenzo couldn't help thinking that this terrible case was a reflection of the moral bankruptcy and spiritual corruption that followed the Second World War.

Japan had always had a thriving sex trade, but this was different. Before the war there had been a few streetwalkers in the seamier parts of town, but most of the prostitution was carried on in designated brothels, behind closed doors, with a certain decadent élan. Now, though, there were hordes of women standing around all the major train stations hoping to rent their bodies to some stranger for an hour or two, simply because they could find no other way to support themselves.

The walls were unadorned except for a tattered calendar that stopped at December 1941, when the world changed forever.

They discussed the war, the Occupation, and the future of an economically-shattered Japan ruled by an emperor who had announced that he was not, after all, a god. In the course of the conversation Kyosuke effortlessly quoted Chekhov, Chaucer, and Heine, though not in a pretentious way, and always with perfect relevance.

Anyone who would buy into that load of moronic propaganda they call the Pronouncement from Imperial Headquarters would have to be soft in the head, don't you think? Let's just say that participating in the war wasn't exactly my idea of a delightful experience. Day after day we would sink innumerable enemy aircraft carriers and battleships. I remember counting sixty ships destroyed, each one full of men who probably didn't want to be fighting any more than we did.

During the war there was a popular song called "Father, You Were Strong" ("Chichi yo, anata wa tsuyokatta"), but I want to say "Mother, You Were Strong.

Perhaps because I was just a child, I didn't perceive the slightest specter of our dark militarism.

In the foreseeable future, I will be a dead person. I want to remind you that dead people are people too. There are good dead people and bad dead people. Some of my best friends are dead people. Dead people have fought in every war." Then