Forwarded from Corpse World Monologues
A fight is a fight, like any other, and like under any banner. Be it in the thick of combat or in the grueling heat of a field.
A struggle to live but be dead to this world is same for us all.
A struggle to live but be dead to this world is same for us all.
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hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for good air support on your sideSo live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustain'd and sooth'd
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.Forwarded from /CIG/ Telegram | Counter Intelligence Global (Smoke Bellew)
“An officer should never be parted from his men in the moment of danger on any account whatever. Danger is the supreme moment of his career, his chance to show his manhood at its best. Honour and gallantry make him the master of the hour. What is more sublime than to face death at the head of a hunderd men? Such a one will never find obedience fail him, for courage runs through the ranks like vine.”
- Ernst Jünger, Storm of Steel, 1920
- Ernst Jünger, Storm of Steel, 1920