War. War never changes.
Fallout 3War is such a peculiar thing—inaugurated by the whims of few, affecting the fate of many. It is a difficult, if not impossible, thing to understand, yet we feel compelled to describe it as though it has meaning—even virtue. It starts for reasons often hopelessly obscure, meanders on, then stops
Errol MorrisMots clés war
I told you to make weapons, Taim. Show me just how deadly they are. Disperse the Shaido. Break them.
Robert JordanMots clés war weapon inspiratonal rand asha-aman
It was Colonel Parkman who upped stakes, crossed the border, and named our town, thus perversely commemorating a battle in which he'd lost. (Though perhaps that's not so unusual: many people take a curatorial interest in their own scars.) He's shown astride his horse, waving a sword and about to gallop into the nearby petunia bed: a craggy man with seasoned eyes and pointed beard, every sculptor's idea of every cavalry leader. No one knows what Colonel Parkman really looked like, since he left no pictorial evidence of himself and the statue wasn't erected until 1885, but he looks like this now. Such is the tyranny of Art.
On the left-hand side of the lawn, also with a petunia bed, is an equally mythic figure: the Weary Soldier, his three top shirt buttons undone, his neck bowed as if for the headman's axe, his uniform rumpled, his helmet askew, leaning on his malfunctioning Ross rifle. Forever young, forever exhausted, he tops the War Memorial, his skin burning green in the sun, pigeon droppings running down his face like tears.
Mots clés truth war wit parody reality-check
long life is not necessary to do some thing great and extra ordinary
bagat singh proved it..
real indian hero with help of his revolutionary brothers
hats off to all of them...
they fought for freedom ,to breath with there family,
but after 66 years of independence
I my self feel we slaved by our government only...
we need war against them...
Now comes the picture of mass defeat, the most awesome spectacle of the war. It is in the bent bodies of old women who poke among ruins seeking some miserable object that will link their lives with the old days. It is in the shamed darting eyes of the defeated. It is in the faces of the little boys who regard our triumphant columns with fear and fascination. And above all it is in the thousands of beaten, dusty soldiers who stream along the roads towards the stockades. Their feet clump wearily, mechanically, hopelessly on the still endless road of war. They move as haggard, gray masses, in which the individual had neither life nor meaning. It is impossible to see in these men the quality that made them stand up and fight like demons out of hell a few shorts months ago.
Audie MurphyMots clés war triumph soldiers defeat world-war-2
Ronald Spiers: The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function: without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All war depends upon it.
Stephen E. AmbroseMots clés war screenplay-writing
I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the
world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.
Africa must remain on the path of democracy. But democracy MUST also remain about the PEOPLE, not about power
Fela DurotoyeMots clés war africa military leadership
Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.
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