"Alik, maybe while it's not too late, tell your guys to retreat. Don't do this, don't do this. In any case, Alik, you and I will die. What's the point of all this? Who will win this? You and I will not win this, understand? If we or I see you in the action, I won't show you mercy, just like you won't, understand? It's better if you come to me as a guest. Retreat your guys. Have pity for their mothers, have pity for your guys, retreat them. Give the order."
"I'm not that big of a boss to give such an order."
"Alik, from my heart, I wish that you survive this, but you better leave."
"I don't have this choice. I have orders and I will obey them in any case."
"Mankind is not realizing their gasping ignorance. They are drugged into a stupor by propaganda from infancy. No state, no religion, no ideology can justify murder in its name. Mankind must lose the tentacles of propaganda for all time, or it shall begin sleep eternal. We must become civilized.""This great evil; Where's it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doing this? Who's killing us? Robbing us of life and light? Mocking us with the sight of what we might have known. Does our ruin benefit the Earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you too? Have you passed through this night?
We were a family. How'd it break up and come apart, so that now we're turned against each other? Each standing in the other's light. How'd we lose that good that was given us? Let it slip away. Scattered it, careless. What's keepin' us from reaching out, touching the glory?"
"You're dying. See them birds up there? They gonna eat you raw. Where you're going, you're not coming back from."
"You will die someday too."
"None of the above do I espouse. War is violence and counter-violence. Aggression and defense. Its reasoning and justification are found in the specifics of the conflict. There is no single nature of War except its removal of peace, the removal of men. Peace is man's great food. What do we fast for? What are we fighting for? The only thing certain in fighting a war is not that you will die, but that some of your friends definitely will.""To put it metaphorically, in political philosophy war is compared to a game of strategy (like chess); in eschatological philosophy, to a mission or the dénouement of a drama; in cataclysmic philosophy, to a fire or an epidemic.
These do not, of course, exhaust the views of war prevailing at different times and at different places. For example, war has at times been viewed as a pastime or an adventure, as the only proper occupation for a nobleman, as an affair of honor (for example, the days of chivalry), as a ceremony (e.g. among the Aztecs), as an outlet of aggressive instincts or a manifestation of a "death wish", as nature's way of ensuring the survival of the fittest, as an absurdity (e.g. among Eskimos), as a tenacious custom, destined to die out like slavery, and as a crime. (On War, Rapoport's introduction, 17)"
I will take their heroes and soldiers, judges and prophets, fortunetellers and statesmen, army officers and high officials, advisers, skilled craftsmen, and astrologers. I will make boys their leaders. Children will govern them.
You will be pierced with sharp arrows and burned with glowing coals.
We are given no signs from God; no prophets are left, and none of us knows how long this will be.
"The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said the black.
The judge smiled. What right man would have it any other way? he said.
The good book does indeed count war an evil, said Irving. Yet there's many a bloody tale of war inside it.
It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.
Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. Games of chance require a wager to have meaning at all. Games of sport involve the skill and strength of the opponents and the humiliation of defeat and the pride of victory are in themselves sufficient stake because they inhere in the worth of the principals and define them. But trial of chance or trial of worth, all games aspire to the condition of war, for here that which is wagered swallows up game, player, all.
Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn of the card. The whole universe for such a player has labored clanking to this moment, which will tell if he is to die at that man's hand or that man at his. What more certain validation of a man's worth could there be? This enhancement of the game to its ultimate state admits no argument concerning the notion of fate. The selection of one man over another is a preference absolute and irrevocable, and it is a dull man indeed who could reckon so profound a decision without agency or significance either one. In such games as have for their stake the annihilation of the defeated, the decisions are quite clear. This man, holding this particular arrangement of cards in his hand, is thereby removed from existence. This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game, the authority, and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination. It is the testing of one's will and the will of another within that larger will, which because it binds them is therefore forced to select. War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god. "