Gentlemen, I like war.
Gentlemen, I like war.
Gentlemen, I love war.
I like genocide, I like blitzkrieg, I like aggressive war, I like defensive war, I like sieges,
I like breakthroughs, I like withdrawing, I like cleaning up, I like retreating.
In moors, on highways, in trenches, in plains, on tundra, in desert, on sea, in sky,
in mud, in marshes. I love every aspect of war that takes place on this earth.
I like blowing away the enemy with the thunderous roar of a line of guns going off all at once.
When an enemy is shot to pieces after being thrown high into the air, my heart dances. I like crushing the enemy tank with the 88mm on our tanks. When I mowed down the enemy who fled screaming from the burning tank with a MG, my heart leapt.
I like it when the infantry plow through the enemy's lines with their bayonets all in line.
I remember being moved when seeing new recruits, filled with panic, stabbing an already dead enemy again and again.
Seeing an escapee being strung from a lamp post in the street is unendurably exciting. Seeing a captive be thrown down with a piercing shriek as my own hand fell was spectacular.
When the pitiful resistance came bravely with their small firearms, and we destroyed them and a good chunk of the city with the 4.8 ton bomb, I was at my height.
I like it when we are destroyed with the morning dew. It is a sad thing when the town one is supposed to protect is trampled, and the women and children violated and killed.
I like being squashed and destroyed by England and America's amount of material resources.
Being followed by English and American forces and having to crawl around on the ground like a pesky insect is the ultimate disgrace.
Gentlemen, I desire a war that is like hell.
Gentlemen, my companions in the battalion, who follow me...
Gentlemen what do you desire? Do you desire war as well? Do you desire a war of no mercy?
Do you desire a conflict that stretches the limits of iron, wind, lighting and fire to the limit, one that will destroy all the crows on this planet?
Very well then. I shall give you war.
- The Major - Hellsing.
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I'll have you know, my ancestors were Kings of Wicklow! We're as Irish as losing a three-nil lead in a must-win fixture!
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