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On a street of right and wrong in every inch of sadness, rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness.
The true soldier fights
A fortress against ideas and against the
Shuddering insidious shock of the theory-vendors
The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy
Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy.
Hitler overestimated the importance of [technology]. As a result, he would count on a mere handful of assault-gun detachment or the new Tiger tanks to restore situations where only large bodies of troops could have any prospect of success.
The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.
We are tanks and guns. We are force of history. We will crush them beneath our heels like bugs.
That's one way to overcome criticism: tank so hard that failing becomes glorious and meaningless.
Marines - you beat them down and they come back for more.
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunlight.
You want soldiers who, when they get to a river after a long march, don't start rooting for their canteen in their pack, but just dive right in.
aircraft. The heavily armed and even-heavier armored Sturmovik
In the last days before the attack a strange feeling, not so much of confidence as of fatalism, pervaded the German tank forces- if this strength, this enormous agglomeration that surrounded them on every side, could not break the Russians, then nothing would.
Traitors."
"People," Marsh said. "People who were just trying to do the best with what life gave them."
"Well, I'm just doing the same thing," Kelsier said. "And, fortunately, life gave me the ability to push men like them off the tops of buildings.
I grow dizzy when I recall that the number of manufactured tanks seems to have been more important to me than the vanished victims of racism.
The guard station, and the dozen heavily armed guards who manned it, were accompanied by an anti-aircraft gun and a large tank. "What the hell do you need a tank for?" I asked the first guard who wanted to know my name.
The soldiers lie in the grey morning. Thickets separate them. They are on manoeuvres. They are at war with their hands, their eyes, their foreheads.
Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry,
A fleet of ships is the fairest thing
On the face of the black earth, but I say
It's what one loves.
do not fear the tanker but the fuel that is in the tanker
Shells, gas clouds, and flotillas of tanks - shattering, corroding, death. Dysentery, influenza, typhus - scalding, choking, death. Trenches, hospitals, the common grave - there are no other possibilities.
Out here the prisoners see the shells smash into the city before they hear them. During the last war, Etienne knew artillerymen who could peer through field glasses and discern their shells' damage by the colors thrown skyward. Gray was stone. Brown was soil. Pink was flesh.
My team is the best, the platoon is good, the company is awful, and the battalion is actively trying to kill us.
A real tank now costs about a million dollars, while a hallucinated one amounts to less than one-hundredth of a cent per person, or centispecter per spectator. A destroyer costs a dime. Today you could fit the whole arsenal of the United States inside a single truck.
bunched formation of fighter planes, it
My enemies are legion.
Pack pack kill kill
The Warrior Elite,
Oh-h-h-h - Hidey, tidey, Christ Almighty Who the hell are we? Flim, flam, God damn We're the infantry ...
One hundred infidels committed suicide as they entered the holy city of Baghdad. Their tanks will become their tombs.
Sieges weathered, fight together, friends forever.
The Commanding Heights
Sieges weathered.
Elite warriors, when they accomplish their mission, they celebrate.
Soldiers in arms! Defenders of our soil!
Who from destruction save us; who from spoil
Protect the sons of peace, who traffic or who toil;
Would I could duly praise you, that each deed
Your foe's might honor, and your friends might read.
A professional football team warms up grimly and disparately, like an army on maneuvers: the ground troops here, the tanks there, the artillery and air force over there.
heavy demolition unit.
Blood is everywhere..
Vultures take shelter beneath the tanks;
for the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on the Palestinian flesh.
Backup backpacks.
Peaceful Warrior
Soldiers' bellies are not satisfied with empty promises and hopes.
soldiers on the battlefield of consumerism, armed with vinyl-covered checkbooks and quilted handbags.
Expected, well suited to Germany's guerrilla
Carrying those double tanks around all the time got to be a little rough on me. I had to put that damn wetsuit on and take it off, sometimes three or four times a day.
For a strong adversary (corps) the opposition of twenty-four squadrons and twelve guns ought not to have appeared very serious, but in war the psychological factors are often decisive. An adversary who feels inferior is in reality so.
You may fly over a land forever; you may bomb it, atomize it, and wipe it clean of life - but if you desire to defend it, protect it,and keep it for civilization, you must do this on the ground, the way the Roman Legions did - by putting your soldiers in the mud.
The military mind is indeed a menace. Old-fashioned futurity that sees only men fighting and dying in smoke and fire; hears nothing more civilized than a cannonade; scents nothing but the stink of battle-wounds and blood.
strength and honor
shopping trolleys
Let my armies be the rocks, and the trees, and the birds in the sky.
Modern warfare is an intricate business about which no one knows everything and few know very much.
We don't need mass armies anymore. We replace it with more effective equipment.
Slay like the knights of the Round Table
Like mortars in old war films, they are often ready to destroy the opponent's unsupported defences.
Infantry, Artillery, Aviation
all that we have
are yours to dispose of as you will ... I have come to say to you that the American people would be proud to be engaged in the greatest battle in history.
There are two kinds of warriors:
those on the battlefield,
and those in the boardroom;
both are out to win.
But the age of King Alexander has gone,
and the age of Bill Gates has come.
The true battlefield is within.
My men are being unmercifully shelled. They cannot hold out if an attack is launched. The firing line and my headquarters are being plastered with heavy guns and the town is being swept by shrapnel. I myself am O.K. but the front line is being buried.
Mangonels and trebuchets and rolling rams mounted
We are the boys who go to a particular place, at H-hour, occupy a designated terrain, stand on it, dig the enemy out of their holes, force them then and there to surrender or die. We're the bloody infantry.
To apply norm, soldiers needed.
You may take the most gallant sailor, the most intrepid airman, or the most audacious soldier, put them at a table together- what do you get? The sum of their fears.
Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
Artillery conquers and infantry occupies.
3A.02 WAR
Expenses for war equipment,
Training and peoples recruitment,
Be at the cost of hunger and pride,
Humanity be charred in this ride.
[196] - 3A
The tank, the submarine, the torpedo, the machine-gun, even the rifle and the hand grenade are still in use.
Marching thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to danger, it looks a menacing engine of destruction, steady to its goal, and certain of its mission.
When gasoline and rubber are rationed, electric power and transport facilities are becoming increasingly scarce, and manpower shortages are developing, it is difficult for people to understand their increased use for other than the most vital needs of war.
The last couple of years I've been on an empty tank. And that's gotta change.
Water, fire, and souldiers, quickly make roome.
[Water, fire, and soldiers quickly make room.]
Warfare is a series of tragedies enjoined by logistics.
I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.
However, the fact that the tanks had now been raised to such a pitch of technical perfection that they could cross our undamaged trenches and obstacles did not fail to have a marked effect on our troops.
The enemy must be annihilated before he reaches our main battlefield. We must stop him in the water, destroying all his equipment while it is still afloat!
They seemed more like machines than humans, and, let's face it, they are a civilian's army. An army whose soldiers dressed in costumes and walked and talked like robots, with guns strapped to their waist belts, always looking for an enemy.
Troops of heroes undistinguished die.
The scum of the earth ... but what fine soldiers we have made them.
Artillery is the god of war.
You do remember how dangerous I am with those?"
"Aye, that's the point. Everyone will duck and cover if they see you wielding these."
"Even my teammates?"
"Especially your teammates.
The engine of the tank is a weapon just as the main-gun.
Go my favorite sports team go! Score a goal. Unit. Basket. Go squadron! Defeat the opponents soundly in this ... skirmish.
Brave rifles! Veterans! You have been baptized in fire and blood and have come out steel!
One battle in twelve might be won by a brilliant military stratagem. The rest stood or fell by somebody's blunders. Only rarely, there came the feel of a great campaign evolved by a stylist: imaginative, comprehensive, irresistible.
the fighting machines that kept the country safe, and, the coffers full.
A bunker, truck, trolls, all the same, a hard target.
Their national muskets in a most explosive state of readiness, who stopped all comers and goers,
The gods of war are about to bleed.
Modern war is fought by a number of strong, sweaty horsemen with constipation, who have their eyes on power, on wealth and on glory, and who obey the rules just when it pleases them.
Standing navies, as well as standing armies, serve to keep alive the spirit of war even in the meek heart of peace. In its very embers and smoulderings, they nourish that fatal fire, and half-pay officers, as the priests of Mars, yet guard the temple, though no god be there.
This is it. It's for all the marbles. I'm sitting in the house loading up the pump, I'm loading up the Uzis, I've got a couple of M-16s, couple of nines, couple of joints with some silencers on them, couple of grenades, got a missile launcher. I'm ready for war.
What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.
I disconnected and made a mental note not to call Tank unless I was bleeding profusely, and he was the only other person on earth.
A fence can protect you from cows but not from tanks! In life, there is no complete shield.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
[Warfare is] maleness in its absurdest extremes. Here is to be studied the whole gamut of basic masculinity, from the initial instinct of combat, through every form of glorious ostentation, with the loudest accompaniment of noise.
The tank, the B-52, the fighter-bomber, the state-controlled police and military are the weapons of dictatorship. The rifle is the weapon of democracy. Not for nothing was the revolver called an equalizer.
Peace is not weak. Standing up to a tank is harder than dropping a suicide bomb
Curious people who have become accustomed to think that one cannot sustain the moral of the army without giving it the freedom to shed blood from time to time.
We are the modern day gladiators.
Ah! the Generals! they are numerous, but not good for much!
Wait a while; there will come to you mounts, carrying lions in shining armor, battalions followed by battalions.
No matter how fast weapons and technology evolve in the 21st century, one thing remains constant is that war is a human endeavor, a grueling contest between two learning and adaptive forces. Victory, therefore rests on how smart, how tough, and how dedicated our boots on the ground.