Gentlemen I like war.
Gentlemen I love war.

I like genocide
I like blitzkrieg
I like defensive war
I like aggressive war
I like sieges
I like breakthroughs
I like withdrawing
I like cleaning up
I like retreating

In moors
On highways
In trenches
In plains
On tundra
In dessert
On sea
In sky
In mud
In marshes

I love every aspect of war that takes place on this earth.

I like blowing away the enemy with the thunderous roar of a line of guns going off all at once. When the enemy is shot to pieces after being thrown high into the air my heart dances.

I like crushing the enemy tank with the 88mm on our tanks. When I mowed down the enemy who fled screaming from the burning tank with an MG my heart leapt.

I like it when the Infantry plow through the enemy’s lines with their bayonets all in line. I remember being moved when seeing new recruits filled with panic stabbing an already dead enemy again and again.

Seeing an escapee being strung from a lamp post in the street is unendurably exciting. Seeing a captive being thrown down with a piercing shriek as my own hand falls is spectacular.

When the pitiful resistance came bravely with their small arms and we destroyed them and a good chunk of the city with the 4.8 ton bomb I was at my height.

I like it when we are destroyed with the morning dew. It is a sad thing when the town one is supposed to protect is trampled and the women and children are violated and killed.

I like being squashed and destroyed by England and America’s amount of material resources. Being followed by English and American forces and having to crawl around on the ground like a pesky insect is the ultimate disgrace.

Gentlemen I desire a war that is like Hell