Will Oldham Quotes

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

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

In every war, there's looting.

Wars break things; they break stories.

War is a contagion.

The real trouble with war (modern war) is that it gives no one a chance to kill the right people.

Sarajevo was this beautiful city, very cosmopolitan, multiethnic, full of wonderful people, artists and writers and poets and Serbs and Muslims and Croats, and living side by side. And then this medieval siege, and it was a medieval siege, came, and the Bosnian Serbs were on the hills lobbing in rockets and grenades and mortars.

If women and children have cruelly and needlessly suffered, if without reason cities have been wrecked, the world should know that.

War! War! War! I fear it will swallow up everything good and useful.

We can’t blow up the world because of it.

Destroyer of Villages

In wars, serious mistakes are made.

Mad wars destroy in one year the works of many years of peace.

In the city that the wolf enters, enemies will be close by. An alien force will sack a great country. Allies will cross the mountains and the borders.

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.

The towers are gone now, reduced to bloody rubble, along with all hopes for Peace in Our Time, in the United States or any other country. Make no mistake about it: We are At War now & with somebody & and we will stay At War with that mysterious Enemy for the rest of our lives.

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

Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall

The war is in the mountains,” he said. “For as long as I can remember, they have killed us in the cities with decrees, not with bullets.

You can't have this kind of war. There just aren't enough bulldozers to scrape the bodies off the streets.

The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.

It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and Germans everywhere. Those who remained were firing into the blank pages in front of them. Three languages interwove. The Russian, the bullets, the German.

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.

Their casualties and bodies are many. Their equipment and vehicles, several were destroyed.

Great warriors, like great earthquakes, are principally remembered for the mischief they have done.