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The War 50: Weird War Tales

A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done. If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. As a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil.

The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him


I will never abandon my responsibilty to my son, that is without fucking question, and I don't blink twice even with any requests when it come's to him, that being said it changes nothing, We have been at war for almost 5 years and you have done everything in your fuckin power to destroy me and i'm still here standing fucking tall ready, willing and able to fight you to the end. There are a million thoughts racing thru my mind right now and i don't know whether or not to fucking worry or to expect another mind game.. so until i hear otherwise I am going to stand fucking stoic and stick to the game plan. But you don't know the hell I will unleash if that little boy is sick or worse..... I expect this to only be mindgames or something trivial, but that's not whats racing through the back of my mind right now, and you and I and your family have a history that's not soon forgotten, and none of its good.. my mind is always going to go to the darkest fucking places... you've done that to yourself, I've been at war with you for so fucking long i've forgotten how to do anything else in my life than to fucking hate you... and once again you've got me worried about you and my son. I honestly don't know what to fucking think right now except that my natural instinct is to worry and be concerned, you have my lawyer's number i suggest you use it.

Current Mood: Angry, Confused.
Current Music: Iron Maiden -These Colours Dont Run

War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.

War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word. It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival


May God have mercy for my enemies because I won't.

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