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Gulf Lesson One is the value of airpower.
— George H. W. Bush
I just really like ground and pound. The way I do it, it looks like I'm just throwing bombs, but there's some technique to it too. I make sure I'm controlling the hips, palming his face to the ground, just little things like this that make sure that the ground and pound works and I'm not letting him tie me up to where I can't throw punches.
— Alexander Volkanovski
Forgetfulness of God's grace is one of the greatest tools in the enemy's war against our souls.
— Mark Dever
The brazen throat of war.
— John Milton
A GOOD FIGHT It will help us fight for joy if we realize why Paul calls it a good fight. First, it is a good fight because the enemy of our joy is evil. The enemy is unbelief, and the satanic forces behind it, and the sins that come from it. When you set yourself to combat the forces that try to make you delight in yourself or your accomplishments or your possessions more than in God, you oppose a very evil enemy. Therefore it is a good fight.
— John Piper
When I get to Heaven, I'll want to fight.
— Roddy Piper
A bad war is fought with a good mind.
— George Washington
Every champion on his way to the top had to take out a legend, and the legend I want to take out is 'Rampage.'
— Corey Anderson
I am a leg of the death tripod that will destroy our foes.
— Frank Herbert
All supposed exterior signs of danger that a bull gives, such as pawing the ground, threatening with his horns, or bellowing are forms of bluffing. They are warnings given in order that combat may be avoided if possible. The truly brave bull gives no warning before he charges except the fixing of his eye on the enemy, the raising of the crest of muscle in his neck, the twitching of an ear, and, as he charges, the lifting of his tail.
— Ernest Hemingway
To win a war, we must kill our enemies.
— Ernest Hemingway
And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
— Lewis Carroll