History Quotes / WarIsGlorious

-->-- '''Los! Los! Los!''', ''LightNovel/SagaOfTanyaTheEvil'' ending theme

-->Series/Rome''

''[[KillEmAll It's how many people I can kill!]]''

-->--'''Dravin Gratz, 14th Tharinga Regiment'', ''TabletopGame/Warhammer40000''

->We don't fight fer food, or fer teef, or guns, or cos we's told to fight. We fight cos we woz born to fight. And win.

->''I shall never forget the overwhelming impression made on me by the mountaineers in Novorossiisk Bay, where about seventeen thousand of them were gathered on the shore. The late, inclement and cold time of the year, the almost complete absence of means of subsistence and the epidemic of typhus and smallpox raging among them made their situation desperate. And indeed, whose heart would be touched on seeing, for example, the already stiff corpse of a young Circassian woman lying in rags on the damp ground under the open sky with two infants, one struggling in his death-throes while the other sought to assuage his hunger at his dead mother's breast? And I saw not a few such scenes.''
-->--'''Adolph Petrovich Berzhe''' (1863)

->''On the road our eyes were met with a staggering image: corpses of women, children, elderly persons, torn to pieces and half- eaten by dogs; deportees emaciated by hunger and disease, almost too weak to move their legs, collapsing from exhaustion and becoming prey to dogs while still alive.''
-->--'''Ivan Drozdov''' (May 1864)

->''"This blanket amnesia is often part of the aftermath of war. The puncturing of the nationalist myth, an event that saw the Serbs turn their back on Milošević once [[UsefulNotes/TheYugoslavWars Kosovo was lost]], does not mean, however, that the nationalist virus has been conquered. While the excesses carried out in the name of the nationalist cause are forgotten or ignored, the myth of the nation has a disturbing longevity. It lies dormant, festering in the society, nurtured by boys' adventure stories of heroism in service to the nation, the monuments we erect to the fallen, and [[OrwellianEditor carefully scripted remembrances]] until it slowly slouches back into respectability."''

->''"The scent of a burning village. The sound of butchery. The way peasants would flee before the Hun riders. The way we would ride them down. The way it felt to conquer alongside Atilla and the Huns."''

->''Jaime: First battle? How was it?''
->''Dickon: It was glorious!''
->''Jaime: Your father's not here.''
->''Dickon: I didn't think it would smell so bad.''

-->--'''''VideoGame/CannonFodder''''' theme (warning: {{ear worm}})

And the warrior goes towards him on crutches:''\\


->''Wounded, disfigured, fate to shreds\\

Angrily stares his pupils at me''\\
-->--'''Mikhail Shcherbakov''', "1995"

-->--Mikhail Shcherbakov, "1995"

-->-- Mikhail Shcherbakov, "1995"

And the warrior goes towards him on crutches:\\

Wounded, disfigured, fate to shreds\\

->And here he is, to all his tearful oh and ah\\

Angrily stares his pupils at me\\

->And here he is, to all his tearful oh and ah \\
Hearing a quiet “fuck you” answer, \\
he weaves away with shame like a yellow mimosa \\
And the warrior goes towards him on crutches: \\

Wounded, disfigured, fate to shreds \\
But this is the tragedy of a tiger, not a coyote! \\
An enviable destiny! And in vain the notorious "someone" \\
Angrily stares his pupils at me \\

-->And here he is, to all his tearful oh and ah \\