Many, who should know better, think that wars can be decided by soulless machines, rather than by the blood and anguish of brave men.
Now in war we are confronted with conditions which are strange If we accept them we will never win. Since being realistic, as in mundane combats fistic We will get a bloody nose and that’s a sin.
The fixed determination to have acquired the warrior soul, to either conquer or perish with honor, is the secret of victory.
The reason there are so many tree-lined boulevards in Paris is so the German army can march in the shade.
I do not have to tell you who won the war. You know, the artillery did.
A piece of spaghetti or a military unit can only be led from the front end.
My men can eat their belts, but my tanks have gotta have gas.
Take calculated risks.
My men don’t surrender. I don’t want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back.
Let’s keep our boots polished, bayonets sharpened, and present a picture of force and strength to the Red Army. This is the only language they understand and respect.
Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Few men are killed by the bayonet, many are scared by it. Bayonets should be fixed when the fire fight starts.
Sometimes I think your life and mine are under the protection of some supreme being or fate, because, after many years of parallel thought, we find ourselves in the positions we now occupy.
Remember praise is more valuable than blame.
A man must know his destiny.
My men don’t dig foxholes. I don’t want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don’t give the enemy time to dig one either.
Let’s shoot the works and win! Yes win it all.
The publicity I have been getting, a good deal of which is untrue, and the rest of it ill considered, has done me more harm than good.
So let us do real fighting, boring in and gouging, biting.
Have taken Trier with two divisions. What do you want me to do? Give it back?