One Hundredth Movement
My one hundredth post, eh?
My one hundredth comment into this void.
I think I shall mark this event. I shall share with you a speech of which I am... quite proud.
[[Begin voice post]]
Gentlemen, I love war.
Gentlemen, I... love war.
Gentlemen.
I so love war.
I love holocaust. I love blitzkrieg. I love onslaught. I love defensive. I love besiegement. I love breakthrough. I love retreat. I love mop-up. I love withdrawl.
On the plains, in the streets, in the trenches, on the prairies, on the tundra, in the desert, on the sea, in the sky, in the mud, in the swamp.
I cherish each and every way war can be waged on this earth.
I love the thunderous roar of all artillery arrayed at the battle line firing at once, as it BLOWS away the enemy line. My heart dances when the bodies of enemy troops are hurled into the air in pieces from a direct hit.
I love it when a Panzerkampfwagen smashes an enemy with its 88mm cannon.
It left a warm feeling in my chest when the enemy soldiers would jump screaming from the blazing tank, only to be mowed down by machine gun fire.
I love it when the infantry ranks overrun the enemy line, bayonets first. It moves me when I remember the sight of a new recruit in a state of panice, stabbing an already dead enemy soldier over and over and over again.
I can hardly contain myself thinking of hanging the defeatist deserters from the streetlights. And it is superb when the enemy prisoner screams in time with the shriek escaping from the Schmeisser I hold as I mow him down.
I even remember distinctly the four point eight ton shrapnel shells from the Dora pulverizing whole city blocks, where the pitiful resistance fighters heroically stood up against up against us with their assorted small arms.
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 violated and killed.
I love the English and the American war machines being crushed and annihilated, being crushed and annihilated by them.
Their creeping about on the ground like vermin, chased by the Jabo, is the height of humiliation.
Gentlemen.
I wish to see a war worthy of one in hell itself.
Gentlemen, my battalion of comrades who follow me...
pray tell, what do you wish for?
Do you wish for war as a matter of course?
Do you wish for a merciless, shitlike war?
Do you wish for a stormlike conflict which runs the gamut of blowing steel and striking flame, killing every crow in the entire world?
*thousands of voice in unison, all calling out one word. KRIEG! KRIEG! KRIEG!*
Very well.
Then let it be krieg.
All our strength is held in a clenched fist, poised to strike. But we who have continued to endure a whole half century in the depths of these dark shadows... a simple war is no longer enough!!
A GREAT WAR!
ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION!
We are merely one batallion. No more than thousand troop remnants.
But I believe... that you are all matchless hardened veterans. Each worth a hundred ordinary troops.
So with myself, gentlemen... we are an army as powerful as a million and one regular soldiers.
Let us rouse those slumbering ones who drove us into the realm of forgetfulness.
Let us seize them by their hair, drag them down, open their eyes, and make them remember.
We shall make them remember the taste of terror.
We shall make them remember the sound of our war boots.
We shall remind them that something in the interval between heaven and earth that they don't even recall with their philosophy does indeed exist.
This... battalion.
This kamf gruppe of a thousand vampires...
We shall burn the world to a crisp.
[[OOC: Transcribed from the "I love war speech" at the end of volume IV of the manga (and now the OVA!) I can't claim to be able to write like that.]]
My one hundredth comment into this void.
I think I shall mark this event. I shall share with you a speech of which I am... quite proud.
[[Begin voice post]]
Gentlemen, I love war.
Gentlemen, I... love war.
Gentlemen.
I so love war.
I love holocaust. I love blitzkrieg. I love onslaught. I love defensive. I love besiegement. I love breakthrough. I love retreat. I love mop-up. I love withdrawl.
On the plains, in the streets, in the trenches, on the prairies, on the tundra, in the desert, on the sea, in the sky, in the mud, in the swamp.
I cherish each and every way war can be waged on this earth.
I love the thunderous roar of all artillery arrayed at the battle line firing at once, as it BLOWS away the enemy line. My heart dances when the bodies of enemy troops are hurled into the air in pieces from a direct hit.
I love it when a Panzerkampfwagen smashes an enemy with its 88mm cannon.
It left a warm feeling in my chest when the enemy soldiers would jump screaming from the blazing tank, only to be mowed down by machine gun fire.
I love it when the infantry ranks overrun the enemy line, bayonets first. It moves me when I remember the sight of a new recruit in a state of panice, stabbing an already dead enemy soldier over and over and over again.
I can hardly contain myself thinking of hanging the defeatist deserters from the streetlights. And it is superb when the enemy prisoner screams in time with the shriek escaping from the Schmeisser I hold as I mow him down.
I even remember distinctly the four point eight ton shrapnel shells from the Dora pulverizing whole city blocks, where the pitiful resistance fighters heroically stood up against up against us with their assorted small arms.
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 violated and killed.
I love the English and the American war machines being crushed and annihilated, being crushed and annihilated by them.
Their creeping about on the ground like vermin, chased by the Jabo, is the height of humiliation.
Gentlemen.
I wish to see a war worthy of one in hell itself.
Gentlemen, my battalion of comrades who follow me...
pray tell, what do you wish for?
Do you wish for war as a matter of course?
Do you wish for a merciless, shitlike war?
Do you wish for a stormlike conflict which runs the gamut of blowing steel and striking flame, killing every crow in the entire world?
*thousands of voice in unison, all calling out one word. KRIEG! KRIEG! KRIEG!*
Very well.
Then let it be krieg.
All our strength is held in a clenched fist, poised to strike. But we who have continued to endure a whole half century in the depths of these dark shadows... a simple war is no longer enough!!
A GREAT WAR!
ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION!
We are merely one batallion. No more than thousand troop remnants.
But I believe... that you are all matchless hardened veterans. Each worth a hundred ordinary troops.
So with myself, gentlemen... we are an army as powerful as a million and one regular soldiers.
Let us rouse those slumbering ones who drove us into the realm of forgetfulness.
Let us seize them by their hair, drag them down, open their eyes, and make them remember.
We shall make them remember the taste of terror.
We shall make them remember the sound of our war boots.
We shall remind them that something in the interval between heaven and earth that they don't even recall with their philosophy does indeed exist.
This... battalion.
This kamf gruppe of a thousand vampires...
We shall burn the world to a crisp.
[[OOC: Transcribed from the "I love war speech" at the end of volume IV of the manga (and now the OVA!) I can't claim to be able to write like that.]]