war

our heads were full of nebulous ideas, which cast an idealized, almost romantic glow over life

It is the same in all wars; the soldiers do the fighting, the journalists do the shouting, and no true patriot ever gets near a front-line trench, except on the briefest of propaganda-tours.

But GOD was above them, who laughed his Enemies and the Enemies of his People to Scorn, making them as a fiery Oven: Thus were the Stout Hearted spoiled, having slept their last Sleep, and none of their Men could find their Hands: Thus did the LORD judge among the Heathen, filling the Place with dead Bodies!

We only knew then that there was always the war, but that we were not going to it anymore.

But, deep in her heart she knew more than what the words read or heard seemed to say. She knew that every letter in every word in every war bulletin was, somewhere, first written in blood of men, of human beings, who had once smiled and sung songs, eaten, drunk, slept and loved.

What is peace without war?

This last best luck of all: that earth should gape for me when my great deeds were ended.

The tension has worn us out. It is a deadly tension that feels as if a jagged knife blade is being scraped along the spine. Our legs won't function, our hands are trembling and our bodies are like thin membranes stretched over barely repressed madness, holding in what would otherwise be an unrestrained outburst of endless scream.s. We have no flesh, no muscle now

think of the condition of Europe for twenty years before, where people were fighting, not by thousands, but by millions; each one of whom as he struck his enemy wounded horribly some other innocent heart far away.

War is easier than peace. The government elects to punish an enemy it perceives as weak because it is easier to send an aircraft carrier to the Persian Gulf than to attempt the harder task of making American society not so wretchedly defaced by its hungry children, its crowded prisons, and its corporate thieves....

Every war carries within it the seeds of the next.

Among the Kimbrii the greatest shame a person can bring to himself or his clan is to start a war, but the second greatest is to submit to tyranny or injustice without a fight.

The holy war is warfare.

It gives the war a whole new dimension, you know, hearing from someone right there in the thick of it. They really connected with it.___aybe it reminds them of school,_ she suggests. __idn__ someone describe the trenches as ninety-nine per cent boredom and one per cent terror?___ don__ know about boredom. God, the chaos of it, the brutality. And it__ so vivid. I__ definitely be interested in reading his poetry, if only to see how he can go from describing, you know, people getting their guts blown out, to writing about love.___aybe it__ not that much of a leap,_ she says.

Regarding war and peace__he seed of each is planted in the other.

A woman protested saying, "Of course it was a righteous war. My son fell in it.".

Soldiers are not trained for retire

War is like a fire - if you do not put it out, it will burn itself out.