You can only use the power in your hand to selectively help a few of them, so as to coerce them to exchange what they have with you, only if you first set up a barrier so that hundreds or thousands of people cannot pass.
Evil is so ugly in the face of simplicity and kindness, so ugly that the devil will palpitate for it.
In war, what is more difficult to accept than death is to live.
War reshuffles everything, heroes become traitors, cowards become killers, patriots become traitors, stars become death row. Honor always belongs to the victor. When we fail, all fantasies, promises, and lies are destroyed in the flames of war; all heroism, patriotism, and nationalism have turned into cowardice and survival; all ambitions and rhetoric, sorrow and pain have turned into peace, to life.
No matter how the cards are shuffled, the cards are always shuffled, and the shuffler is always there, leading every shuffle.
This war will only bring out the worst in us
The final victory of the war is like flies, and we sacrifice our bodies for them
We are slaughterhouse animals, heroes today, pigs tomorrow
A good soldier is mostly cowardly, occasionally brave
When we first joined the army, we fought for our motherland. Later, when I began to doubt this, we fought for our comrades. We cannot leave our comrades behind. But what if all the comrades in arms are dead? You are the only one left, you are the only one left, and you are deceiving yourself, so who else can you fight for?
People only need to think clearly, anyway, the war has been lost, whether it is death or deception.
Most people think that war consists of hard work. Not really, just waiting. Waiting for the next attack, waiting for the next meal, waiting for tomorrow.
We used to be seen as heroes, but now we are murderers.
If God doesn't let us win, we'll all have to pay for what we did. But no matter what God intended, we can't win.
It's not a question of whether we will die, but how.
My war is over, and so is yours.
In the beginning we were all heroes, now it's just trash.
The war ended where it began, in Berlin, or rather in the rubble of Berlin. Soon there will be only Germans, no Nazis.
Burial objects of the head of state, the nation and the motherland.
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