It has turned out fortunate for me to-day that destiny appointed Braunau-on-the-Inn to be my birthplace. For that little town is situated just on the frontier between those two States the reunion of which seems, at least to us of the younger generation, a task to which we should devote our lives and in the… Read More Mein Kampf – Volume I, Chapter I: In the Home Of My Parents
Mrs.Evans fach, you want butter again. How will you pay for it now, little woman With your husband out on strike, and full Of the fiery language? Ay, I know him, His head is full of fire and brimstone And a lot of palaver about communism, And me, little Dan the Grocer Depending so… Read More WW2 Poem : “Mrs. Evans fach, you want butter again” by Idris Davies
‘The beginning of reform is not so much to equalize property as to train the noble sort of natures not to desire more, and to prevent the lower from getting more.’ – Aristotle to be updated…
‘ We want this people to be hard, not soft, and you must steel yourselves for it in your youth’ – Triumph of the Will
Etymology From German Sieg (“victory”) + Heil (“hail”)
The night was filled with dark and cold, When Sergeant Talbert the story’s told, Pulled out his poncho and headed out, To check the lines dressed like a Kraut. Upon a trooper our hero came, Fast asleep; he called his name. “Smith, oh Smith, get up, it’s time To take your turn out on the… Read More The Night of the Bayonet Poem
The expression coup de grâce ( /ˌkuː də ˈɡrɑːs/; French: [ku də ɡʁɑs], “blow of mercy”) means a death blow intended to end the suffering of a wounded creature. The phrase can refer to the killing of civilians or soldiers, friends or enemies, with or without the consent of the sufferer. It is often used… Read More Military terms: Coup de grâce
Like and leave your comment. Winters: These men have been through the toughest training the Army has to offer, under the worst possible circumstances, and they volunteered for it. Buck: Christ, Dick, I was just shooting craps with them. Winters: You know why they volunteered? Because they knew that the man in the foxhole… Read More Anyone falling in love this week?
I have begun to die. For now at last I know That there is no escape From Night. Not any dream Nor breathless images of sleep
Goodbye…… So we must say Goodbye, my darling, And go, as lovers go, for ever; Tonight remains, to pack and fix on labels And make an end of lying down together.
Eastward they climb, black shapes against the grey Of falling dusk, gone with the nodding day From English fields. Not theirs the sudden glow Of triumph that their fighter-brothers know; Only to fly through cloud, through storm, through Night Unerring, and to keep their purpose bright, Nor turn until, their dreadful duty done, Westward they… Read More WW2 Aviation Poetry : Night Bombers