#war

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. ↗

— Stephen Crane

#men

War, in some ways, is merciful to men. It makes them heroes if they are the victors. If they are the vanquished - they do not live to see their homes taken, their wives widowed. But if you are a woman - you must live through defeat... ↗

— Samhita Arni

#war #men

Once and for all the idea of glorious victories won by the glorious army must be wiped out Neither side is glorious On either side they're just frightened men messing their pants and they all want the same thing Not to lie under the earth but to walk upon it without crutches (Roux, act 1, scene 19) ↗

— Peter Weiss

#war #men

We've learned how to destroy, but not to create; how to waste, but not to build; how to kill men, but not how to save them; how to die, but seldom how to live. ↗

— Omar Nelson Bradley

#men

Though you might conquer in battle A thousand times a thousand men, You're the greatest battle-winner If you conquer just one - yourself. ↗

— Anonymous

#buddhist #self-awareness #v- #men

He was the future he was a perfect picture of the future and they were afraid to let anyone see what the future was like. Already they were looking ahead they were figuring the future and somewhere in the future they saw war. To fight the war they would need men and if men saw the future they wouldn't fight. ↗

— Dalton Trumbo

#war #men

The street is no longer measured by meters but by corpses ... Stalingrad is no longer a town. By day it is an enormous cloud of burning, blinding smoke; it is a vast furnace lit by the reflection of the flames. And when night arrives, one of those scorching howling bleeding nights, the dogs plunge into the Volga and swim desperately to gain the other bank. The nights of Stalingrad are a terror for them. Animals flee this hell; the hardest stones cannot bear it for long; only men endure. ↗

— Max Hastings

#russia #stalingrad #war #wehrmacht #wwii

Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory. ↗

— Langston Hughes

#men

War is not just the business of death, it is the antitheses of life. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#life #war #business

Four men killed that day. The phrase sat up in Willie's head like a rat and made a nest for itself there ↗

— Sebastian Barry

#realization #war #men