#warfare

If you had enough money, you could hardly commit crimes at all. You just perpetrated amusing little peccadilloes. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#funny-but-true #funny

In recent times, European nations, with the use of gunpowder and other technical improvements in warfare, controlled practically the whole world. One, the British Empire, brought under one government a quarter of the earth and its inhabitants. ↗

— John Boyd Orr

#british empire #brought #controlled #earth #empire

All sensible Army people turned gas warfare down as being utterly insane since, in view of your superiority in the air, it would not be long before it would bring the most terrible catastrophe upon German cities, which were completely unprotected. ↗

— Albert Speer

#army #before #being #bring #catastrophe

If we are to be destroyed we will do it ourselves by warfare with thermonuclear weaponry. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#ourselves #warfare #weaponry #will

But we must not, if we are loyal, disperse our energies in a partisan warfare that is waged without regard to its consequences to the well being, security, or honor of the country. ↗

— Bainbridge Colby

#consequences #country #disperse #energies #honor

All Welsh knew was that he was scared shitless, and at the same time was afflicted with a choking gorge of anger that any social coercion existed in the world which could force him to be here. ↗

— James Jones

#eddie-welsh #fear #social-coercion #warfare #anger

We must also recognize the new realities of modern warfare and the modern landscape of a battlefield. ↗

— Susan Davis

#battlefield #landscape #modern #modern warfare #must

Fill my mouth with the accuracy and potency of Your word and Spirit that I may make war through prayer with swift precision (Psalm 144:1). ↗

— Shawntel Jefferson

#kids-books #prayer #warfare-prayers #change

...the world was trying to change its old face and show its underbelly of earth and roots. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#warfare #change

What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers, nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill demented choirs of wailing shells, And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes, Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall, Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each, slow dusk a drawing down of blinds. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#war #warfare #anger