Gentlemen I like war.
Gentlemen, I love war.
I like genocide, I like blitzkrieg, I like defensive war, I like aggressive war, I like sieges, I like breakthroughs, I like withdrawing, I like cleaning up, I like retreating. In moors, on highways, in trenches, in plains, on tundra, in dessert, on sea, in sky, in mud, in marshes.
I love every aspect of war that takes place on this earth. I like blowing away the enemy with the thunderous roar of a line of guns going off all at once.
When the enemy is shot to pieces after being thrown high into the air my heart dances.
I like crushing the enemy tank with the 88mm on our tanks. When I mowed down the enemy who fled screaming from the burning tank with an MG my heart leapt.
I like it when the Infantry plow through the enemy's lines with their bayonets all in line. I remember being moved when seeing new recruits filled with panic stabbing an already dead enemy again and again. Seeing an escapee being strung from a lamp post in the street is unendurably exciting. Seeing a captive being thrown down with a piercing shriek as my own hand falls is spectacular. When the pitiful resistance came bravely with their small arms and we destroyed them and a good chunk of the city with the 4.8 ton bomb I was at my height. It is a sad thing when the town one is supposed to protect is trampled and the women and children are violated and killed. Gentlemen I wish war.

Gentlemen I desire a war that is like Hell.