Horst Faas Quotes

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

The first time I experienced war, I thought the world was ending.

War is delightful to those who have had no experience of it.

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.

Misery, mutilation, destruction, terror, starvation and death characterize the process of war and form a principal part of the product.

War is the ultimate reality-based horror show.

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

War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.

To contemplate war is to think about the most horrible of human experiences.

There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.

War is hell.

It's a war zone. Terrible things happen.

There is many a boy here to-day who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

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

War is a fundamental aspect of human existence. It's good to know what war entails and what the human sacrifice is.

If you're going to write about war, the ugly side is inevitable. Suffering and death are obviously part of war.

War is the domain of physical exertion and suffering.

I'd been to a number of war zones before in my life, but I had never been in one as terrifying as Chechnya.

War - the ordinary man's most convenient means of escaping from the ordinary.

There's nothing glamorous about war at all.

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.

War is the province of danger.

The war begins to make itself felt very near to us.