The Best War Quotes

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  • 41

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    "In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock ..."

    Posted by kwiz in War  ID#:12376
  • 42

    A Favorite of 44 users

    When in England at a fairly large conference, Colin Powell was asked
    by the Archbishop of Canterbury if our plans for Iraq were just an example of 'empire building' by George Bush.
    He answered by saying, "Over the years, the United States has sent
    many of its fine young men and women into great peril to fight for
    freedom beyond our borders. The only amount of land we have ever asked for in return was enough to bury those that did not return."
    You could have heard a pin drop.
    There was a conference in France where a number of international engineers were taking part, including French and American. During a break one of the French engineers came back into the room saying, "Have you heard the latest
    dumb stunt Bush has done? He has sent an aircraft carrier to Indonesia to help the tsunami victims. What does he intended to do, bomb them?"
    A Boeing engineer stood up and replied quietly, "Our carriers have three
    hospitals on board that can treat several hundred people; they are
    nuclear powered and can supply emergency electrical power to shore
    facilities; they have three cafeterias with the capacity to feed 3,000 people
    three meals a day, they can produce several thousand gallons of fresh water from sea water each day, and they carry half a dozen
    helicopters for use in transporting victims and injured to and from
    their flight deck. We have eleven such ships; how many does France have?"
    You could have heard a pin drop.
    A U.S. Navy Admiral was attending a naval conference that included
    Admirals from the U.S. , English, Canadian, Australian and French
    Navies. At a cocktail reception, he found himself standing with a large
    group of Officers that included personnel from most of those countries.
    Everyone was chatting away in English as they sipped their drinks but a
    French admiral suddenly complained that, "Whereas Europeans learn many
    languages, Americans learn only English." He then asked, "Why is it
    that we always have to speak English in these conferences rather than
    speaking French?"
    Without hesitating, the American Admiral replied, "Maybe it's
    because the Brits, Canadians, Aussies and Americans arranged it so you wouldn't have to speak German."
    You could have heard a pin drop.
    A group of Americans, retired teachers, recently went to France on a
    tour. Robert Whiting, an elderly gentleman of 83, arrived in Paris by
    plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on.
    "You have been to France before, monsieur?" the customs officer
    asked sarcastically.
    Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France previously.
    "Then you should know enough to have your passport ready."
    The American said, "The last time I was here, I didn't have to show it."
    "Impossible. Americans always have to show your passports on arrival
    in France !"
    The American senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then he
    quietly explained, "Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in
    '44 to help liberate this country, I couldn't find any Frenchmen to
    show it to."
    You could have heard a pin drop.
    What Is a Veteran?
    A "Veteran" '' whether active duty, discharged, retired, or
    reserve'' is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made
    payable to "The United States of America," for an amount of "up
    to, and including his life."
    That is honor, there are too many people that don't get that.

    Posted by gtshoei2 in War  ID#:190353
  • 43

    A Favorite of 41 users

    The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war.
    My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our front living room window.
    He said, "Son, stand there and tell me what you see."
    "I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses," he replied.
    "OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United States of America and you are President Bush."
    Our son giggled and said "OK."
    "Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different country," my husband said.
    "OK Dad, I'm pretending."
    "Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you
    see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death.
    Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming
    and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?"
    "What do you do son?"
    "I'd call the police, Dad."
    "OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help.
    What do you do then son?"
    "Dad.......... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to
    "They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband says.
    "But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
    "I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."
    "Daddy...he kills them?"
    "Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
    "Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door neighbor to help me stop him," our son says.
    "Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get
    involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him," my husband says.
    "But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
    "WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.
    "OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask
    for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"
    "What Daddy?"
    "He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"
    "WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the blinds, Daddy."
    "Because Daddy...I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."
    I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing
    the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and he says..."Son."
    "Yes, Daddy."
    "Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door...
    WHAT D

    Posted by mellew in War  ID#:117213
  • 44

    A Favorite of 39 users

    In germany, thereis a holocaoust museum. In one room there is a speakerphone. For 12 hours a day every day, a list of names is read out. It is the name of every child killed in the holocoust. To read through the whole list once.............................takes 2 months. 12 hours a day. Every day. 2 Months. Think about it.

    Posted by Hannah in War  ID#:36434
  • 45

    A Favorite of 37 users

    "I have heard the bullets whistle and there is something charming in the sound."

    Posted by magpie in War  ID#:4140
  • 46

    A Favorite of 37 users

    A soldier in Iraq can't see your ribbon,
    Or the flag at your front door.
    But a letter they hold in their hands,
    To them means so much more.

    Posted by stripedsheep in War  ID#:173337
  • 47

    A Favorite of 36 users

    a poem from a soldier to his girlfreind

    I was sent here
    I came without fear
    I had to leave all that i love
    I o so dearly dont want to go above

    We fought and we fought
    We werent supposed to be caught
    We thought we would live one more day
    We didnt know this is where we would lay

    I want to see your beautiful face
    I just so much want to leave this place
    I want to say I love you once more
    But I am stuck in this war

    Everyday one more dies
    Everyday someone cries
    Everyday someone gets hurt
    Evetday someone will fall in...

    P.S. grace i am deeply sorry to tell u but the reason this peom isnt finished is that John was shot by a German soldier, we found this poem beside him.

    the truth is when someone leaves we dont know if they will ever come back

    Posted by carl in War  ID#:127278
  • 48

    A Favorite of 36 users

    "Somebody's Someone"

    Turn to the six o'clock news, another soldier dies
    Tried to hide it but I couldn't help it, I had to cry
    When my little boy asked me daddy was he your friend
    I said no, I didn't even know him

    But he was somebody's someone, a neighbor, a husband
    A brother, a father, and a mother's only son
    He was an uncle, a cousin, somebody's best friend
    And I'm sure at times a shoulder to lean on
    He was somebody's someone

    So I sat there in that chair and helped him understand
    How this brave young man gave his life for our land
    And although he's someone we'll never know
    To you and me he is a hero

    He was somebody's someone, a neighbor, a husband
    A brother, a father, and a mother's only son
    He was an uncle, a cousin, somebody's best friend
    And I'm sure at times a shoulder to lean on
    He was somebody's someone

    To the world he was a total stranger
    Who kept us safe and out of danger
    But now he's just a picture on TV
    Somebody's memory

    He was somebody's someone, a neighbor, a husband
    A brother, a father, and a mother's only son
    He was an uncle, a cousin, somebody's best friend
    And I'm sure at times a shoulder to lean on
    He was somebody's someone
    He was somebody's someone

    Posted by gatina in War  ID#:335025
  • 49

    A Favorite of 36 users

    Just because I dont want him anymore, doesnt mean you can have him. So f*** off b**ch.

    Posted by heartlessbitch in War  ID#:396227
  • 50

    A Favorite of 35 users

    Bombing for Peace is like f***ing for Virginity.

    Posted by Anonymous in War  ID#:7990

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