-я постоянно должен делать что-нибудь против своей воли. -например,что? -например,жить.
Gentlemen, I like war.
Gentlemen, I like war.
Gentlemen, I love war!
I like Holocaust, I like Blitzkrieg, I like the Offensive, I like the Defensive, I like sieges, I like the breakthrough, I like retreating, I like the mop-up, and I like to withdraw. In the fields, in the streets,
in the trenches, in the plains, on a tundra, in a desert, on sea, in the sky, in the mud, in a swamp. I truly love each and every kind of war man
can wage on this planet. I like the thunderous roar of the artillery...
as it blows away the enemy all at once on the front lines. When the enemy's bodies are thrown high into the air... and the pieces come raining down, it makes my heart dance!
I like, when one of our tanks, with its 88mm... clashes with an enemy tank! It always left a warm feeling in my chest when they would jump out of the tanks, only to be taken out by gunfire. I like it when the infantry line
plows through the enemy lines with their bayonets raised. I recall how much it moved me, seeing how scared new recruits are, how they would stab a dead enemy again and again, even though he's already dead. And it's painfully exciting when a foolish deserter gets strung up on a lamp post. And how wonderful it is when an enemy captive screams out... in sync with the scream of the gun I'm gleefully mowing him down with. And that pitiful resistance...
running at us in a blaze of glory, despite them being horribly low on quality guns. I even remember the 4.8 ton Shrapnel from the Dora attack, when we destroyed their city! I like it when the Russian soldiers are thrown into chaos. And when the village they were supposed to be protecting are breeched, and the women and children are violated repeatedly... Oh, how very sad it is.
I like it when the English and American war machines are crushed and obliterated!! And them being chased, crawling on the ground like some insect being chased by the Jabo is an incredible disgrace.
Gentlemen, what I want is a war waged like hell itself. Gentlemen, my compatriots, members of the battalion, you who follow me... Gentlemen, what do you desire? Do you also want war? Is a merciless bloodbath of a war what you want? do you yearn for a battle that stretches the very limits of blowing steel and the striking blaze to the point that it kills every crow in all of the 3000 worlds?
Krieg!
Krieg!
Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg!
Very well then, we shall have Krieg. All our might is held right here, inside our clenched fists, ready to strike. But for those of us who have had to endure a half a century among these dark depths... Just any war will not do!
A grand war! A grand war waged with all our hearts and souls. We are but a single battalion... with no more than one thousand soldiers among our ranks. But each of you is a veteran, easily worth a thousand men by yourself, at least this is what I believe. So then, Gentlemen, that means we are one million and one strong! Let us drive out those who have forgotten us, let us awaken those who have fallen into a deep sleep. We shall grab them by the hair, wrench their eyes open and force them to remember us! We shall remind them what the taste of true fear is. We will make them remember the sound of our war boots. We will remind them that things exist between heaven and earth that they don't think could be possible, even in their wildest dreams.
Gentlemen, I like war.
Gentlemen, I love war!
I like Holocaust, I like Blitzkrieg, I like the Offensive, I like the Defensive, I like sieges, I like the breakthrough, I like retreating, I like the mop-up, and I like to withdraw. In the fields, in the streets,
in the trenches, in the plains, on a tundra, in a desert, on sea, in the sky, in the mud, in a swamp. I truly love each and every kind of war man
can wage on this planet. I like the thunderous roar of the artillery...
as it blows away the enemy all at once on the front lines. When the enemy's bodies are thrown high into the air... and the pieces come raining down, it makes my heart dance!
I like, when one of our tanks, with its 88mm... clashes with an enemy tank! It always left a warm feeling in my chest when they would jump out of the tanks, only to be taken out by gunfire. I like it when the infantry line
plows through the enemy lines with their bayonets raised. I recall how much it moved me, seeing how scared new recruits are, how they would stab a dead enemy again and again, even though he's already dead. And it's painfully exciting when a foolish deserter gets strung up on a lamp post. And how wonderful it is when an enemy captive screams out... in sync with the scream of the gun I'm gleefully mowing him down with. And that pitiful resistance...
running at us in a blaze of glory, despite them being horribly low on quality guns. I even remember the 4.8 ton Shrapnel from the Dora attack, when we destroyed their city! I like it when the Russian soldiers are thrown into chaos. And when the village they were supposed to be protecting are breeched, and the women and children are violated repeatedly... Oh, how very sad it is.
I like it when the English and American war machines are crushed and obliterated!! And them being chased, crawling on the ground like some insect being chased by the Jabo is an incredible disgrace.
Gentlemen, what I want is a war waged like hell itself. Gentlemen, my compatriots, members of the battalion, you who follow me... Gentlemen, what do you desire? Do you also want war? Is a merciless bloodbath of a war what you want? do you yearn for a battle that stretches the very limits of blowing steel and the striking blaze to the point that it kills every crow in all of the 3000 worlds?
Krieg!
Krieg!
Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg!
Very well then, we shall have Krieg. All our might is held right here, inside our clenched fists, ready to strike. But for those of us who have had to endure a half a century among these dark depths... Just any war will not do!
A grand war! A grand war waged with all our hearts and souls. We are but a single battalion... with no more than one thousand soldiers among our ranks. But each of you is a veteran, easily worth a thousand men by yourself, at least this is what I believe. So then, Gentlemen, that means we are one million and one strong! Let us drive out those who have forgotten us, let us awaken those who have fallen into a deep sleep. We shall grab them by the hair, wrench their eyes open and force them to remember us! We shall remind them what the taste of true fear is. We will make them remember the sound of our war boots. We will remind them that things exist between heaven and earth that they don't think could be possible, even in their wildest dreams.
