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  • carebear
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    #31
    MY RIFLE!


    This is my rifle,
    there are many like it,
    but this one is mine!
    My rifle is my best friend,
    it is my life!
    I must master it,
    as I must master my life!
    Without me, my rifle is useless.
    Without my rifle,
    I am useless!
    I must fire my rifle true.
    I must shoot straighter than my enemy,
    who is trying to kill me.
    I must shoot him, before he shoots me.
    I will!
    Before God, I swear this creed:
    My rifle and myself are defenders of my country.
    We are the masters of our enemy...
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    9-8, 9-8 dette er 9.. Iverksett bmp over!!

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    • carebear
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      #32
      What puffs and patters?
      What clicks and clatters?
      I know what, O, what fun!
      It's a lovely Gatling-gun!...
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      9-8, 9-8 dette er 9.. Iverksett bmp over!!

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      • carebear
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        #33
        LIEUTENANT GENERAL LEWIS B. PULLER, USMC
        All right, they're on our left, they're on our right, they're in front of us, they're behind us...they can't get away this time...
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        9-8, 9-8 dette er 9.. Iverksett bmp over!!

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        • Patroels
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          #34
          Svanerne fra norden/Hans Hartvig Seedorff Pedersen
          (Nordens dag, 1936)

          De slog sig ned engang ved nordens kyst,
          fem vilde svaner, klædt i sølver-hamme.
          Et strejf af dagning farved deres bryst,
          før solen selv slog ud sin røde flamme.
          De sidste tåger veg. Et vældigt rum,
          med skyers fjeldpragt over bølgers skum,
          sænked sin blåhed i de dybe vande,
          dér gynged nordens unge, lyse lande.

          Da brød den første svane ud i sang:
          Her søstre, vil jeg bo og bygge rede.
          Mit sind er et med Sjælland...
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          • Staybehind
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            #35
            Vet ikke hvem som skrev dette. Men har alltid likt det.

            "All it takes for evil to prevail, is for a few good men to do nothing"...
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            If you take responsibility for yourself you will develop a hunger to accomplish your dreams.

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            • padang
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              #36
              Et ganske nice juledikt, selvom det er amerikansk.

              A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM

              The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

              Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

              My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure a...
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              • Kefh
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                #37
                Opprinnelig skrevet av Staybehind
                Vet ikke hvem som skrev dette. Men har alltid likt det.

                "All it takes for evil to prevail, is for a few good men to do nothing"
                Patton selfølgelig.......
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                En mann ser en fugl, og så kom det en ape.

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                • admin

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                  #38
                  Denne fortjener å leve......
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                  • Grenseland
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                    #39
                    If the people raise a great howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.
                    William T. Sherman






                    I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, or why we died. All that matters is that two stood against many. That's what's important! Valor pleases you... so grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen, then to HELL with you!...
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                    • Grenseland
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                      #40
                      Noen fler


                      Every attempt to make war easy and safe will result in humiliation and disaster.
                      William T. Sherman



                      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.
                      William T. Sherman



                      I think I understand what military fame is; to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the newspapers....
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                      • Coca Cola
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                        #41
                        Opprinnelig skrevet av Kefh
                        Opprinnelig skrevet av Staybehind
                        Vet ikke hvem som skrev dette. Men har alltid likt det.

                        "All it takes for evil to prevail, is for a few good men to do nothing"
                        Patton selfølgelig....

                        Nei, Edmund Burke... er også avslutnings sitatet i filmen tears of the sun...

                        Det var en gangske macho en fra Jarhead også: husker den ikke helt men trur det var noe som:
                        "for even asI walk throug the wally of death i will fear nothing because I am the badest motherf**ker around"

                        Rett de...
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                        • Bestefar
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                          #42
                          Halfway down the trail to Hell
                          In a shady meadow green
                          Are the souls of all dead troopers camped,
                          Meat a good old-time canteen.
                          And this eternal resting place
                          Is known as Fiddlers' Green.

                          Marching past, straight through to Hell
                          The Infantry are seen.
                          Accompanied by the Engineers,
                          Artillery and Marines,
                          For none but the shades of the Cavalrymen
                          Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

                          Though some go curving down the trail
                          To see a warmer scene,
                          No trooper ever gets to Hell
                          Ere he's emptied his cante...
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                          • Minimi
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                            #43
                            In a foreign field he lay
                            Lonely soldier, unknown grave
                            On his dying words he prays
                            Tell the world of Paschendale

                            Relive all that he's been through
                            Last communion of his soul
                            Rust your bullets with his tears
                            Let me tell you 'bout his years

                            Laying low in a blood filled trench
                            Kill time 'til my very own death
                            On my face I can feel the falling rain
                            Never see my friends again

                            In the smoke, in the mud and lead
                            Smell the fear and the feeling of dread
                            Soon be time to go over the wal...
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                            • vvizard
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                              #44
                              Kildehenvisning for innlegget ovenfor: Iron Maiden med sangen Paschendale, på albumet Dance of death

                              Slenger på nok en sangtekst fra Iron Maiden. Sangen heter "These colours don't run", og finnes på albumet "A matter of life and death". Kunne godt vært ett dikt. Og det passer jo ganske godt inn i livssituasjonen til mange ansatt i det norske forsvar.

                              These colours don't run

                              [i]It's the same in every country
                              When you say you're leaving
                              Left behind the loved ones
                              Waiting silent in ...
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                              • Frost
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                                #45
                                The Day Is Comin',
                                The Drums Are Drummin',
                                If You Know One Say It Firm.

                                There's Mother's Cryin',
                                The Father's Sighin' A Hum,
                                War Is In The Air.

                                Trains Are Filling Up With Boys,
                                Left Behind Their Favourite Toys,
                                Their Goin' Over There,
                                Over There,
                                Where Some-one Has Die,

                                Over There,
                                Over There,
                                Where Ours Is Not To Reason Why,

                                Over There,
                                Over There,
                                Where Some-one Has To Die


                                ja du leste riktig, alle som har sett "over there" gjenkjenner denne.


                                også kommer ma...
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                                Iron within

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                                • Minimi
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                                  #46
                                  Hehe.
                                  Ventet på at noen skulle spørre hvem som skrev den.

                                  Stor poesi ja....
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                                  • bigP
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                                    #47
                                    håvamål inneholder jo etpar referanser til krig o.l. som til dømes:

                                    Vapni sine skal ein på vollen ikkje gange eit fet ifrå.
                                    For uvisst er å vite når på vegen der ute det spyrjast kan etter spjot....
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                                    • bigP
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                                      #48
                                      Sitat med en nesten usynlig historisk parallell ironi:

                                      The only thing you need to do is to tell them they are being attacked, label the pacifists as unpatriotic and a threat to national security. It works in all countries."

                                      -Hermann Göring...
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                                      • Halling
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                                        #49
                                        DULCE ET DECORUM EST (WWI)

                                        Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
                                        Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
                                        Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
                                        And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
                                        Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
                                        But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
                                        Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
                                        Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
                                        ...
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                                        Flag Oscar!

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                                        • Gehenna
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                                          #50
                                          Wilfred Owen

                                          Husker jeg rekti daua Wilfred Owen usle tre uker før våpenhvilen, ute på vestfrontens ødemarker.

                                          Godt å se Maiden er her, har selvsagt ikke tenkt å sitere deres "the Trooper" men heller subbe ned i stua og sette på vinylen som endelig er i hus :-)...
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                                          -Må vi ha hjelm?

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                                          • Harald10
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                                            #51
                                            Coca Cola..

                                            Sitatet fra Jarhead er slik:

                                            Sgt. Siek: "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for I am the baddest mother fucker in the valley."

                                            www.imdb.com er en fin bil!...
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                                            • hvlt
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                                              #52
                                              Opprinnelig skrevet av Halling
                                              The Charge of the Light Brigade
                                              Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Krimkrigen)

                                              1.

                                              Half a league, half a league,
                                              Half a league onward,
                                              All in the valley of Death
                                              Rode the six hundred.
                                              "Forward, the Light Brigade!
                                              "Charge for the guns!" he said:
                                              Into the valley of Death
                                              Rode the six hundred.

                                              2.

                                              "Forward, the Light Brigade!"
                                              Was there a man dismay'd?
                                              Not tho' the soldier knew
                                              Someone had blunder'd:
                                              Their's not to make reply,
                                              Their's not to reason why,
                                              Their's but to do and die:
                                              Into the val...
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                                                #53
                                                Generalmajor William H. Rupertus, US Marine Corps (1889-1945) var NK For First Marine Division til 10. juli 1943, deretter sjef for samme divisjon til november 1944 da han ble sjef for US Marines' skoler og døde av et hjerteinfarkt 25. mars 1945. Han skrev følgende "dikt" for sine Marines:

                                                The Infantryman's Creed
                                                My Rifle

                                                THIS IS MY RIFLE.
                                                There are many like it but this one is mine.
                                                My rifle is my best friend.
                                                It is my life.
                                                I must master it as I master my life.

                                                My rifle,...
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                                                • hvlt
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                                                  #54
                                                  Og så har vi Shakespeare, talen kong Henrik V holder for soldatene sine før slaget ved Azincourt, på St. Crispians dag ( i "Henry V"):

                                                  This day is called the feast of Crispian:
                                                  He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
                                                  Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
                                                  And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

                                                  He that shall see this day and live old age,
                                                  Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
                                                  And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispin's:'
                                                  Then will he strip his sleeve and show his s...
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                                                  • Pegasus
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                                                    #55
                                                    Poesi

                                                    I Have a Rendezvous with Death . . .



                                                    I have a rendezvous with Death
                                                    At some disputed barricade,
                                                    When Spring comes back with rustling shade
                                                    And apple-blossoms fill the air --
                                                    I have a rendezvous with Death
                                                    When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

                                                    It may be he shall take my hand
                                                    And lead me into his dark land
                                                    And close my eyes and quench my breath --
                                                    It may be I shall pass him still.
                                                    I have a rendezvous with Death
                                                    On some scarred slope of battered hill,
                                                    When Spri...
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                                                    • Pegasus
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                                                      #56
                                                      Lay Me Down

                                                      Lay me down in the cold cold ground
                                                      Where before many more have gone
                                                      Lay me down in the cold cold ground
                                                      Where before many more have gone

                                                      When they come I will stand my ground
                                                      Stand my ground I’ll not be afraid

                                                      Thoughts of home take away my fear
                                                      Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears

                                                      Once a year say a prayer for me
                                                      Close your eyes and remember me

                                                      Never more shall I see the sun
                                                      For I fell to a Germans gun

                                                      Lay me down in the cold cold ground
                                                      Where ...
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                                                      • Storm0203
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                                                        #57
                                                        Time won't wait for no one,
                                                        when God calls you gotta go home.....
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                                                        • MWD
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                                                          #58
                                                          Shelley

                                                          Ozymandias
                                                          I met a Traveler from an antique land,
                                                          Who said, "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
                                                          Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
                                                          Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
                                                          And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
                                                          Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
                                                          Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
                                                          The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
                                                          And on the pedestal these words app...
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                                                          Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam

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                                                          • Safariland
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                                                            #59
                                                            In the practical art of war, the best thing of all is to take the enemy's country whole and intact; to shatter and destroy it is not so good. So, too, it is better to recapture an army entire than to destroy it.
                                                            -Sun Tzu, the Art of War

                                                            To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.
                                                            -Sun Tzu, the Art of War


                                                            Kunne kanskje vært en tanke i disse tider......
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                                                            • Safariland
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                                                              #60
                                                              The soldier

                                                              In a station in the city, a British soldier stood
                                                              Talking to the people there, if the people would
                                                              Some just stared in hatred and others turned in pain
                                                              And the lonely British soldier, wished he was back home again

                                                              'Come join the British army' said the posters in his town
                                                              'See the world and have your fun, come serve before the Crown'
                                                              The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
                                                              So he took his country's' shilling and enlisted on the roll

                                                              But there was no ...
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