Gentlemen, I like war. Gentlemen, I like war. Gentlemen, I like war. I like Holocaust, I like Blitzkrieg, I like the Offensive, I like the Defensive, I like sieges, I like 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 the 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 comes 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 an 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 when 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 chase, crawling on the ground like some insect being chased by the Jabo is an incredible disgrace.
