A Piece Of Spaghetti Or A Military

There Are Three Ways That Men Get What They Want; By Planning, By Working, And By Praying. Any Great Military Operation Takes Careful Planning, Or Thinking. Then You Must Have Well-trained Troops To Carry It Out: That's Working. But Between The Plan And The Operation There Is Always An Unknown. That Unknown Spells Defeat Or Victory, Success Or Failure. It Is The Reaction Of The Actors To The Ordeal When It Actually Comes. Some People Call That Getting The Breaks; I Call It God. God Has His Part, Or Margin In Everything, That's Where Prayer Comes In.

All Glory Is Fleeting.

Many, Who Should Know Better, Think That Wars Can Be Decided By Soulless Machines, Rather Than By The Blood And Anguish Of Brave Men.

Audacity, Audacity, Always Audacity.

If I Could Have Three Wishes, One Would Be To Take An '88 And Shove That Barrel Up Hitler's Ass So That Cocksucker Can Cry Like The Little God-damned Girl He Is. And Hell, After That, I Wouldn't Need Two More Wishes.