So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. — The Dark Knight48) Crom, I have never prayed to you before. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they’re tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with.
you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. I know that battle pleases you crom, so grant me one request. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Buy Now 23) You know, by God I actually pity those poor [email protected] we’re going up against. We’re not just going to shoot the [email protected], we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. And the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us.
Our biggest fear was our children, because there was a tremendous amount of threat and intimidation, and my wife was terrified that the children might be grabbed or assaulted in some way. David Suzuki I have seen how leaders rule by intimidation.
But all that matters is that two stood against many. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. We didn’t find one of ‘em, not one stinkin’ dink body. Gleaned from a lifetime of trial, error, and writing it down, Hawkins provides advice everyone can benefit from in short, digestible chapters. And the German won’t not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. But I got a word of warning for all you would-be warriors.
— Taken27) I love the smell of napalm in the morning. — Apocalypse Now John Hawkins's book 101 Things All Young Adults Should Know is filled with lessons that newly minted adults need in order to get the most out of life. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Nazi scalps. And all y’all will git me one hundred Nazi scalps, taken from the heads of one hundred dead Nazis.
Doctors and scientists said that breaking the four-minute mile was impossible, that one would die in the attempt. We are nerved for the contest, and must conquer or perish.
Thus, when I got up from the track after collapsing at the finish line, I figured I was dead. The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! It is vain to look for present aid: none is at hand. Rally to the standard, and be no longer the scoff of mercenary tongues!