Yasser Arafat Quotes

I think war is a dangerous place.

If the invaders reach Iran, the country will turn into a burning hell for them.

I went to Vietnam; it was my first assignment as a reporter for the UPI, and I never could get away from the war.

The rules of engagement when I was in Afghanistan were very flexible. When you're at war, you're at war.

War? War is an organized bore.

When I was in Vietnam with Jane Fonda, I was shooting a farmer in a field - just a pastoral scene. And while I was shooting him, an explosion occurred right - he blew up right in my lens, so to speak. And he had stepped on a landmine.

The war tried to kill us in the spring. As grass greened the plains of Nineveh and the weather warmed, we patrolled the low-slung hills beyond the cities and towns. We moved over them and through the tall grass on faith, kneading paths into the windswept growth like pioneers. While we slept, the war rubbed its thousand ribs against the ground in prayer.

No country is so wild and difficult but men will make it a theater of war.

I always like it at a war. There is always the chance that you will get up the next morning and be killed and not have to write.

As for everyone else, unless you have been shot at by the Taliban, shut your mouth, war is hell.

Having been in the military myself, there is an awful moment when you're in this moment of conflict.

Sure Vietnam is a dirty war. I've never heard of a clean one.

There is in guerrilla warfare no such thing as a decisive battle; there is nothing comparable to the fixed, passive defense that characterizes orthodox war.

With the shock of war the state comes into its own again.

We have found that it is easier for men to die together on the field of battle than it is for them to live together at home in peace.

At the bottom of all patriotism there is war: that is why I am no patriot.

Two armies at death-grips — that is one great army committing suicide.

And down the dunes a thousand guns lie crouched,Unseen, beside the flood -Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouchedThat wait and watch for blood.Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade,Walk grave and thoughtful men,Whose hands may one day wield the patriot's bladeAs lightly as the pen.

It is raining bombs on the house of the Lord. I go in fear and trembling lest one of these terrible bombers gets into difficulties.

War, at the best, is terrible, and this war of ours, in its magnitude and in its duration, is one of the most terrible.

Whenever armed forces . . . are used, the idea of combat must be present. . . . The end for which a soldier is recruited, clothed, armed, and trained, the whole object of his sleeping, eating, drinking, and marching is simply that he should fight at the right place and the right time.

If there is a war to be fought, we don’t consider cost one of the factors in deciding whether or not to fight.

You can be killed just as dead in an unjustified war as you can in one protecting your own home.

One of the parodoxes of war is that those in the rear want to get up into the fight, while those in the lines want to get out.