The God Of War Hates Those Who

If I Could Have Three Wishes, One Would Be To Take An '88 And Shove That Barrel Up Hitler's Ass So That Cocksucker Can Cry Like The Little God-damned Girl He Is. And Hell, After That, I Wouldn't Need Two More Wishes.

No Bastard Ever Won A War By Dying For His Country. He Won It By Making The Other Poor Dumb Bastard Die For His Country.

I Have Studied The Enemy All My Life. I Have Read The Memoirs Of His Generals And His Leaders. I Have Even Read His Philosophers And Listened To His Music. I Have Studied In Detail The Account Of Every Damned One Of His Battles. I Know Exactly How He Will React Under Any Given Set Of Circumstances. And He Hasn't The Slightest Idea Of What I'm Going To Do. So When The Time Comes, I'm Going To Whip The Hell Out Of Him.

Let Us Not Mourn That Such Men Died, But Rejoice That Such Men Lived.

When I Want My Men To Remember Something Important, To Really Make It Stick, I Give It To Them Double Dirty. It May Not Sound Nice To Some Bunch Of Little Old Ladies At An Afternoon Tea Party, But It Helps My Soldiers To Remember. You Can't Run An Army Without Profanity; And It Has To Be Eloquent Profanity. An Army Without Profanity Couldn't Fight Its Way Out Of A Piss-soaked Paper Bag. As For The Types Of Comments I Make, Sometimes I Just, By God, Get Carried Away With My Own Eloquence.