Dwight D. Eisenhower Quotes

War is hell. Hollywood fantasizes about it and makes it look good... war sucks.

Bloody Ground

There's nothing glorious about war. There's nothing glorious about holding your friends in your arms and watching them die. There's nothing glorious about having to leave your home for 6 to 8 months while your family's back here and you're away.

In the middle of the nineteenth century, the United States embarked on a new relationship with death, entering into a civil war that proved bloodier than any other conflict in American history, a war that would presage the slaughter of World War I's Western Front and the global carnage of the twentieth century.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

At the bottom, all wars are the same because they involve death and maiming and wounding, and grieving mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.

Only the dead have seen the end of the war.

I couldn't stand the idea of bloodshed, casualties.

It is the youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow... that are the aftermath of war.

And the blood of brave men was shed like unto the shedding of rain from a black cloud.

War isn't just about bravery and courage and jingoism and patriotism. It's also fundamentally about grief. And the people that go and do the fighting and the dying are never the people who actually benefit from the fighting and the dying.

War is like love; it always finds a way.

War is the domain of physical exertion and suffering.

In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers.

I did not want my people killed. I did not want bloodshed.

War taught me that not everything is glamorous.

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.

Next to a battle lost, the greatest misery is a battle gained.

Do not say that someone has won and someone has lost. These are unappropriate, blasphemous words. We have all been scorched by the deadly breath of fratricide.

On the bastion and entrenchments white flags have been placed, the lowering valley is full of dead bodies, and the beautiful sun descends from the transparent sky to the undulating blue sea, which sparkles under the golden rays of the sun. Thousands of people crowd together, look at, speak to, and smile at each other. And these people, who are Christians, confessing one great law of love and self-sacrifice, looking at what they have done, do not suddenly fall with repentance on their knees before Him who has given them life, who has placed in the soul of each, together with the fear of death, the love of the good and beautiful. They do not embrace like brothers with tears of joy and happiness. No! The white flags are lowered, and again whistle the instruments of death and suffering, again flows innocent blood, and groans and curses are heard

War is never cheap or easy.

I have been through one war. I have seen the dead piled up and I do not want to see another.

It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun Tell me is it worth it all.

The cost of war is constantly spread before me written in many ledgers whose columns are gravestones.