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"My friends, it has often been said that I like war. Friends, I like war. No friends, I LOVE war.
I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats.
Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth."
Where's your fear now?
Look at all the blood and flesh: It's like fireworks!
It splatters and splatters!
I haven't forgotten my thousands of scars.
The flame's heat... spilling organs...
Final cries... clouded eyes...
Ahh, those are the things I truly seek!
Peace and tranquility, let alone reconciliation,
Are the acts of domestic dogs who've forsaken their fangs!
Sheer madness, brought on by despair and disturbance,
Sounds more like Paradise than it does Hell!
But I must say, Lykomedes, you exaggerate your age. You're younger than Nestor of Pylos. Many still remember your triumph in battle with the Dolopes. You can't have forgotten it yourself, the living rush of battle, the pride in valor, the glory
. Our effort is greater than any the world has known before... The man whose spearthrust is sure, the man whose sword is strong, whose bowshot is unerring, who longs- more than for life- to stand in the rank of those heroes whose names will be sung for generations, that
is the man the Acheans must have at their forefront. Honor
awaits that man at Troy, honor and glory everlasting!
Film — Live-Action
"I love it. God help me, I do love it so. I love it more than my life." "We must publish the army newspaper again and tell magnificent stories - stories that exalt sacrifice, bravery. We must make them believe in a victory. We must give them hope, pride, a desire to fight. Yes, we need to make examples, but examples to follow. What we need are heroes."
"The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peace, and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told." "Fight, rape, war, pillage, burn. Filmic images of death and carnage are pornography for the military man; with film you are stroking his cock, tickling his balls with the pink feather of history, getting him ready for his real First Fuck.
—Anthony Swofford, Jarhead
"It can be argued, for instance, that war is grotesque. But in truth war is also beauty. For all its horror, you can't help but gape at the awful majesty of combat. You stare out at tracer rounds unwinding through the dark like brilliant red ribbons. You crouch in ambush as a cool, impassive moon rises over the nighttime paddies. You admire the fluid symmetries of troops on the move, the harmonies of sound and shape and proportion, the great sheets of metal-fire streaming down from a gunship, the illumination rounds, the white phosphorus, the purply orange glow of napalm, the rocket's red glare. It's not pretty, exactly. It's astonishing. It fills the eye. It commands you. You hate it, yes, but your eyes do not. Like a killer forest fire, like cancer under a microscope, any battle or bombing raid or artillery barrage has the aesthetic purity of absolute moral indifference — a powerful, implacable beauty — and a true war story will tell you the truth about this, though the truth is ugly."
"Just because I can give multiple orgasms to the furniture just by sitting on it, doesn't mean I'm not sick of this damn war. The blood. The noise. The endless poetry!"
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.Music I learned that war is not so bad
I learned of the great ones we have had
We fought in Germany and in France
And some day I might get my chance
—Tom Paxton, "What Did You Learn in School Today?"
Ninety-nine knights of the air
Riding super high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk
—Nena, "99 Red Balloons"
"Now I am a general
And I am giving out the orders
I almost have an orgasm when the tanks are rolling
Crashing through the borders
It's good to be a general
Just tell these idiots what to do...hehe
Anyone in my position would love it, too"
—Brazilian Girls, "Never Met a German"
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
— Mikhail Shcherbakov, "1995"
"People say to me, 'Hey, Bill, the war made us feel better about ourselves.' Really? What kind of people are these with such low self-esteem that they need a war to feel better about themselves? May I suggest, instead of a war to feel better about yourself, perhaps
sit-ups? Maybe a fruit cup? Eight glasses of water a day?"
Glory and love to the men of old,
Their sons may copy their virtues bold;
Courage in heart and a sword in hand,
Both ready to fight and ready to die for Fatherland!
Who needs bidding to dare by a trumpet blown?
Who lacks pity to spare when the field is won?
Who would fly from a foe if alone or lost?
And boast he was true, as coward might do when peril is past?
Glory and love to the men of old!
Their sons may copy their virtues bold,
Courage in heart and a sword in hand,
All ready to fight for Fatherland.
—"Soldiers' Chorus" from Gounod's opera Faust
(War!) Never been so much fun!
(War!) Never been so much fuuuun!
(War!) Never been so much fun!
(War!) Never been so much fuuuun!
Go up to your brother
Kill him with your gun
Leave him lyin' in his uniform
Dyin' in the sun
Father Armand was silent for a long time. He glanced over at the skull on a stake. "A Hunnic trophy," he said. "I think the man was a Visigoth. He died at the battle of the Catalaunian Fields. I keep it here so that I may see it every day and remember."
"Remember what, father?" I asked him.
"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."
He leaned so close I could feel his breath. "Sometimes...
"The nightmares? They never go away, Snake. Once you have been on the battlefield, tasted the thrills, the exhilaration, the tension... It all becomes part of you. Once you've awakened the warrior within, it never sleeps again." Make no mistake. War is coming. With all its glory. And with all its horror. Noble Nords remember these words of
the hoar father: To kill in
glorious war is to honor oneself, to die
in glorious war is to honor all of Skyrim.
— Wall engraving found in Skyrim
"'Bloodless victory'? Where's the fun in that?!"
"Nows as good a time as any to discuss the fate of Chris Kyle. Certainly, the film itself finds very little time to do so. His eventual death at the hands of a fellow veteran on a gun range should shadow every frame of American Sniper
. For whatever reason, its the buried lede here; for all the horrors it reveals on the battlefield, the film is reluctant to truly acknowledge that the war never truly ends for many veterans. Kyle is apparently miraculously healed of his PTSD, and his death is consigned to a closing text—Chris Kyle somehow becoming an afterthought in his own story is the real horror of
American Sniper. Eastwood seems less interested in the man and more enthralled by the legend—hes into mythmaking, not psychoanalysis."
"Now comes Bernard-Henri Lévy, who, when asked by Jon Lee Anderson why he supported the intervention in Libya, says,
Why? I dont know! Of course, it was human rights, for a massacre to be prevented, and blah blah blah
. Never underestimate the murder and mayhem men will make, just to escape their boredom."
"I remember vividly and guiltily how, in the lead up to the Gulf War, I longed for war. It was natural. A view of history that treated war as the interesting bits, reinforced by a view of mass media that taught me that wars were where fun things like cartoons and video games happened meant that by 1990, at the age of 8, I was positively bitter that my life had dragged on without a proper war to keep things interesting.
The viewpoint is, like so much of being eight, barbaric in hindsight. It is not quite bloodlust, but rather a sort of blood blindness — the complete failure to recognize war as something other than the skeleton upon which a textbook is draped."
"I tell you that neither eating, drinking, nor sleep has as much savor for me as to hear the cry 'Forwards!' from both sides, and horses without riders shying and whinnying, and the cry 'Help! Help!', and to see the small and great fall to the grass at the ditches and the dead pierced by the wood of the lances decked with banners."
— Bertran de Born
"The pleasant season is drawing nigh when our ships shall land, when King Richard shall come, merry and proud as he never was before. Now we shall see gold and silver spent; the newly built stonework will crack to the heart's desire, walls crumble, towers topple and collapse, our enemies taste prison and chains. I love the melee of blue and vermilion shields, the many-colored ensigns and the banners, the tents and rich pavilions spread out on the plain, the breaking lances, the pierced shields, the gleaming helmets that are split, the blows given and received."
— Bertran de Born
"Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping.
— Rupert Brooke, 1914
"Three cheers for the war. Three cheers for Italy's war and three cheers for war in general. Peace is hence absurd or rather a pause in war." "I think a curse should rest on me — because I love this war. I know it's smashing and shattering the lives of thousands every moment — and yet — I can't help it — I enjoy every second of it." "I would like at this time to touch upon the greatest spiritual event which has taken place since the fourth kingdom of nature, the human kingdom, appeared. I refer to the release of atomic energy, as related in the newspapers this week, August 6, 1945, in connection with the bombing of Japan."
—Alice Bailey, "The Release of Atomic Energy"
"Certainly the war is hurting the economy, and the people dont like that. But at a deeper level, I think our people revel in war and blood, particularly if the victims belong to 'inferior' races." "We are also the victims of an unfortunate caricature of our profession. That is, a lot of people think we are pinstriped cookie pushers. I know that because I am a regular guest, for better or worse, on the
Ollie North Show. His listeners often tell me that I'm a pinstriped cookie pusher."
—Former U.S. Ambassador R. Nicholas Burns
"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 Miloević once 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 carefully scripted remembrances until it slowly slouches back into respectability."
— Chris Hedges, War Is a Force That Gives Us Meaning
"If the war is lost, then it is of no concern to me. If people perish in it, I still would not shed a single tear for them, because they do not deserve better.
Life does not forgive weakness.
I want war. To me all means will be right. My motto is not 'Don't, whatever you do, annoy the enemy.' My motto is 'Destroy him by all and any means.' I am the one who will wage the war! I have not come into this world to make men better, but to make use of their weaknesses."