James Longstreet Quotes

From each one of them rose separate columns of smoke, meeting in a pall overhead, and through the smoke came stabbing flashes of fire as German shells burst with thudding shocks of sound. This was the front line of battle.

War is hell.

War tears, rends. War rips open, eviscerates. War scorches. War dismembers. War ruins.

When we got down from the ambulances there were sharp cracks about us as bursts of shrapnel splashed down upon the Town Hall square. Dead soldiers lay outside and I glanced at them coldly. We were in search of the living.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

It's a war zone. Terrible things happen.

Destroyer of Villages

A whole week, a single campaign, a month, a week, even a day was far more than enough to cut a company or platoon to ribbons or cripple a man for life: it needed only a quarter of an hour.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

As soon as the war ended, we located the one spot on earth that hadn't been touched by the war and blew it to hell.

War was the ultimate chaos, a pounding, soul-destroying snarl, ending in blown-apart men lying unburied on the cold earth. There was nothing more cosmically chaotic than war.

Now at last the slowly gathered, long-pent-up fury of the storm broke upon us. Four or five millions of men met each other in the first shock of the most merciless of all the wars of which record has been kept.

When war begins, then hell openeth.

Oh, go in anywhere Colonel, go in anywhere. You'll find lovely fighting all along the line.

War is the science of destruction.

Battle is an orgy of disorder.

There was nothing there but black water and American fire power.

With bombs and fires, you get only one mistake.

There is so much that must be done in a civilized barbarism like war.

Suddenly, at about ten o'clock, a dull thud sounded somewhere far away from us, and simultaneously we saw a small white round cloud about half a mile ahead of us where the shrapnel had exploded. The battle had begun.

War is a series of catastrophes that results in a victory.

There are scenes here and effects here that would make George S. Patton wince.

It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire.

War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.

War drags human beings from their tasks of building and improving, and pushes them en masse into the category of destroyers and killers.