Quotes About War

Jednostavno je ratovati,najteže je održati mir.

He spoke with her briefly in Russian, but she deflected his probing questions with skill, and he learned nothing about her other than that she was interested in the religious writings of Soloviev, which she said were difficult to find in the Soviet Union. She purchased Russia and the Universal Church and War, Progress, and the End of History. He never saw her again.

We won the bloody war. Never again, we said. Then Hitler comes along and starts building his squadrons of panzers and fighter planes—purely for defense, he assures everyone, and we believe him. Even when he marches into the Rhineland we believe him. Two years later he's trampling all over bloody Austria, and now he's ripping Czechoslovakia to pieces. And still our Prime Minister says he trusts him!" His

These bloody holes can't offer protection from the rain let alone from fat Goering's bombs. They aren't finished and already they've begun to fill with water, sullen and brown. Typical English idiocy. Treating war like a game of cricket. Something to be called off if it rains.

Where war goes on without end, all men are inevitably corrupted by its brutality -- and the worst horrors are visited upon the most innocent.

Cole jumped into the bow of the boat and walked slowly to where the short Khmer Rouge soldier was lying, grabbing the bullet wound in his left shoulder with the cup of his right hand. It was not a fatal wound. And Cole was about the fix that.

Peace needs the consent of all, while one alone may raise a war.

So there had better be a good damned reason for [war], because even if it is good, it is still damned.

war is not nice because it's such a waste, as Queen Sara puts it. It wastes precious resources that could otherwise be used for programs designed to help people flourish. For Rogers, tax dollars are for record players that can help children appreciate music; they're not for weapons designed to slaughter the parents of children or, worse, the children themselves.

Rogers held that there is not one fact or piece of data that will ever make war (or even preparing for war) morally permissible.

DHL, the courier service, had already stopped delivering to the area, but would still drop off packages to war zones such as Afghanistan and Iraq.

casualties of the Korean War, with an average age of around twenty-two. Shockingly, 77 percent of soldiers already had visible evidence of coronary

If feels good to live after death. It feels good to not be dead. It feels so good to find myself alive and flying home. The music plays in my ears and I float further and further away from war. Fucking Baghdad.

Oh, don't let him pull that 'Pearl Harbor I'm going off to war' stuff on you.

Make war by phone, make love by email.

I think Vietnam was what we had instead of happy childhoods.

There was a famous story, some reporters asked a door gunner, "How can you shoot women and children?" and he'd answered, "It's easy, you just don't lead 'em so much."

Out on the street I couldn't tell the Vietnam veterans from the rock and roll veterans. The sixties had made so many casualties, its war and its music had run power off the same circuit for so long they didn't even have to fuse.

As one American major said, in a successful attempt at attaining history, "We had to destroy Ben Tre in order to save it."

for years now there had been no country here but the war.

I met this kid from Miles City, Montana, who read the Stars and Stripes every day, checking the casualty lists to see if by some chance anybody form his home town had been killed. He didn't even know if there was anyone else from Miles City in Vietnam, but he checked anyway because he knew for sure that if there was someone else and they got killed, he would be all right. "I mean, can you just see *two* guys from a raggedy-ass town like Miles City getting killed in Vietnam?

you could also hear the other, some young soldier speaking in all bloody innocence, saying, 'All that's just a load, man. We're here to kill gooks. Period.' Which wasn't at all true of me. I was there to watch.

Somewhere on the periphery of that total Vietnam issue whose daily reports made the morning paper too heavy to bear, lost in the surreal contexts of television, there was a story that was as simple as it had always been, men hunting men, a hideous war and all kinds of victims.

And they were killers. Of course they were; what would anyone expect them to be?