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My friends, it has often been said that I like War. My
friends, I like War. No, friends, I LOVE War! I love Holocausts. I
love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges. I
love mop-up operations, and retreats. Wars across prairies, in
streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through
deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of War that can
occur upon this Earth! I love blasting our enemy to smithereens
with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle. My
heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air
and is cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds! And there is
nothing like a tank operator using a Tyger 88 to destroy enemy
tanks. And the feeling when a soldier runs screaming from his
blazing tank only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire is
such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of infantry brandish
their bayonets, rushing into the enemy line. It moves me deeply to
watch a fresh young recruit stab over and over into the bloated
chest of a long-dead enemy. The sight of deserters being strung up
on a streetlight is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing
more arousing then the sounds of prisoners of War dropping like
flies, screaming in agony, as they are mowed down by ear-piercing
schmeizers! When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their
final stand with nothing but small arms, only to have their city
smashed to atoms block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells, I am in
ecstasy. I love it when my forces are ravaged by a Russian armored
division. Its so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed
to be defended at all costs being laid to waste, their women and
children being raped and killed. I love to be squashed under the
heel of the American and British War machines. The humiliation as
my men crawl around like vermin, ducking the dive bombers that fly
overhead. Gentlemen, all I ask for is War. War so grand as to make
Hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow Brothers in
arms what is it you really want. Do you wish for further War as I
do? Do you wish for a merciless, bloody War? A War whose fury is
built with iron and lightning and fire? Do ask for a War to sweep
in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge from this
Earth?
[the soldiers begin chanting "krieg."]
The Major: Very well. Then "krieg" is what you shall have. We are a
clenched fist, ready to strike down all who oppose us with our
might. But, after enduring over half a century wallowing in the
darkness, for us, a simple, ordinary War will no longer be
sufficient. We need a massive War, a War beyond any other that
mans history has ever known! We are but a single battalion,
remnants of a defeated army, numbering less than a thousand strong.
However, I believe that one of you old Warriors is equal to a
thousand of their sickly, soft children. We represent a force that
could easily defeat an army of a million and one men! It is time
for them to awake, the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion,
and who now lie sleeping. Lets drag them out of bed by the hair,
and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it
feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our
jackboots make against their throats. We will remind them that
there are more things between Heaven and Hell then are dreamt of in
their philosophy. Our kampfgroup of one thousand vampires will burn
this world down to ash. Yes, my friends, soon, Europes charred
remains will illuminate the night sky. I have brought you all back
just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield, back
to our beloved War! Attention all soldiers of the Millennium
Battalion, this is a message from your commander: Friends, lets
bring them Hell.
 California_burrito · Tue Oct 13, 2009 @ 12:22am · 0 Comments |
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