You know, sometimes I think there should be a rule of war saying you have to see someone up close and get to know him before it's OK to shoot him.
You know, sometimes I think there should be a rule of war saying you have to see someone up close and get to know him before it's OK to shoot him.
He scarcely knew who was battling whom, who was winning, who was losing, as though he hoped that by doggedly ignoring the war it would return the favo
In World War One, they called it shell shock. Second time around, they called it battle fatigue. After 'Nam, it was post-traumatic stress disorder.
That's something that tends to happen with new technologies generally: The most interesting applications turn up on a battlefield, or in a gallery.
We are not pleasant people here, for the story of war is always the story of hate; it makes no difference with whom one fights. The hate destroys you.
Righteous, I like that. Kinda fitting when you think about it. If we danced and shared music, we'd be too busy en-joy-in' life to start a war.
We kill because we are afraid of our own shadow afraid that if we used a little common sense we d have to admit that our glorious principles were wrong
Dalam dua ribu tahun terakhir sejak kelahiran agama-agama besar di Timur itu, Bung, dunia ini telah berperang tiga ribu kali atas nama agama dan tuhan.
War? One can lose oneself in the joy of battle, in fighting for a glorious cause, but there are not many glorious causes for which to fight these days.
I will love to be called a foolish man of peace, than to be named a wise man of war. Show me your weapons of war and I will show you my Bible of peace!
Noble though it may be, our way of life is nothing but servitude. It does not take long for servitude to turn to subjugation.– Shikandin Draupada
When we struggle to change ourselves we, in fact, only continue the patterns of self-judgement and aggression. We keep the war against ourselves alive.
Before you leave here, Sir, you’re going to learn that one of the most brutal things in the world is your average nineteen-year-old American boy.
How could you get mad at someone who neither needed to attack nor was at all worried about being able to defend? It was like getting mad at Switzerland.
I wonder are we the people really that high on these political agenda’s these day’s? Or are we merely pawns in the majestic Game of Thrones?