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War is a series of catastrophes which result in victory.
War is a series of catastrophes which result in victory.
Soldiers usually win the battles and generals get the credit for them.
Soldiers usually win the battles and generals get the credit for them.
When war is declared, truth is the first casualty.
When war is declared, truth is the first casualty.
The inevitableness, the idealism, and the blessing of war, as an
indispensable and stimulating law of development, must be read more
The inevitableness, the idealism, and the blessing of war, as an
indispensable and stimulating law of development, must be
repeatedly emphasized.
You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by read more
You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that the wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freashly shaved faces, it was a shock. 'My God, my God —' I said to myself, 'it's the Children's Crusade.'
The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war. •Hyman Rickover A prisoner of war read more
The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war. •Hyman Rickover A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him. •Sir Winston Churchill The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can and as often as you can, and keep moving on.
Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.
Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology.
A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.
A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.
They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
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They shall not pass till the stars be darkened:
Two swords crossed in front of the Hun;
Never a groan but God has harkened,
Counting their cruelties one by one.
