"Gentlemen, I like war. Gentlemen, I like war. Gentlemen, I love war.
I like genocide, I like blitzkrieg, I like agressive war, I like defensive war, I like sieges, I like breaking through, I like withdrawing, I like cleaning up, I like retreating. In moors, on highways, in trenches, in plains, on tundra, in desert, on sea, in sky, in mud and in marches. I love every aspect of war that takes place on this earth.
I like blowing away the enemy with the thunderous roar of a line of guns going off all at once. When an enemy is shot to pieces after being thrown high into the air, my heart dances. I like crushing the enemy's tank with the 88 MM on our tanks. When I mowed down the enemy who fled screaming from the burning tank with an MG, my heart leapt. I like it when the infantry plow through the enemy's lines with their bayonets all in line. I remember being moved when seeing new recruits, filled with panic, stabbing an already dead enemy again and again. Seeing an escapee being strung from a lamp post in the street is unendurably exciting. Seeing a captive be thrown down with a piercing shriek as my own hand falls, was spectacular. When the pitiful resistance came bravely with their small firearms, and we destroyed them and a good chunk of the city with the 4.8 ton bomb, I was at my height. I like it when we are destroyed with the morning dew. It is a sad thing when the town one is supposed to protect is trampled, and the women and children violated and killed. I like being squashed and destroyed by England and America's amount of material resources; being followed by English and American forces and having to crawl around on the ground like a pesky insect is the ultimate disgrace.
Gentlemen, I desire a war that is like Hell. Gentlemen, my companions in the battalion who follow me, what do you desire? Do you desire war as well? Do you desire a war of no mercy? Do you desire a conflict that stretches the limits of iron, wind, lightning, and fire to the limit, one that will kill all the crows on this planet?
Krieg! Krieg! Krieg!
Very well, then we shall have krieg!"
The Major-Hellsing
