Gentlemen, I love var.
Gentlemen, I...love ver.
Gentlemen, I so love ver.
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 vithdrawal.
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 svamp.
I cherish each und every vay var can be vaged on the earth.
I love the thunderous roar of all artillery arrayed at the battle line firing at once,
as it blows avay the enemy line.
My heart dances ven the bodies of enemy troops are hurled into the air in pieces from a direct hit.
I love it ven a tiger tank smashes un enemy tank vith its 88mm cannon.
It left a varm feeling in my chest vhen the enemy soldiers vould jump screaming from the blazing tank,
only to be mowed down by machine gun fire.
I love in ven the infantry ranks owerrun the enemy line, bayonets first.
It moves me ven I remember the sight of a new recruit in a state of panic,
stabbing un already dead enemy soldier over und over.
I can hardly contain myself, thinking of hanging the defeatist deserters from streetlights.
Und it ist superb ven the enemy prisoner screams in time...
vith the shriek escaping from the schmeisser I hold as I won him down.
I even remember distinctly the 4.8 ton shrapnel 80mm railway cannon pulverrizing whole city blocks.
Vhere the pitiful resistance fighters heroically stood up against us vith their assorted small arms.
I love the russkie armored divsions thrown into disorder.
It ist a very very sad things ven the villages they should haf protected to the death are owerrun
und the vomen und children are wiolated und killed.
I love the english und american var machines being crushed und annihilated.
Their creeping about on the ground like vermin,chased by the JAGDBOMBER ist the height of humiliation.
Gentlemen, I vish to see a var vorthy of one in hell itself.
Gentlemen, my battalion of comrades who follow me...pray tell, vat do you vish for ?
Do you vish for var as a matter of course ?
Do you vish for a merciless, shitlike var ?
Do you vish for a stormlike conflict vich runs the gamut of blowing steel und striking flame,
killing enemy crow in the entire vorld ?
Krieg !! Krieg !! Krieg !!
Very vell...then let it be krieg.
All our strength ist held in a clenched fist, poised to strike.
But for ve who haff continued to endure a wholr half century in the depths of these dark shadows...
a simple var is no longer enough !!
A great ver !!
One born of our singlehearted devotion !!
Ve are merely one battalion, no more than a thousand troops remnants.
But I believe that you are all matchless hardened weterans.
So Gentlemen, together ve are un army as powerful as a million regular soldiers.
Let us rouse those slunbering ones who drove us into the realm of forgetfulness.
Let us seize them by their hair, drag them down, open their eyes, und make them remember.
Ve shall make them remember the taste of terror.
Ve shall make them remember the sound of our var boots.
Ve shall remind them that something in the interval between heaven und earth
they don't even recall vith their philosophy does indeed exist.
The kampfgruppe of a thousand wampires...vill burn tge vorld to a crisp.
Commence operation of all flaps.
Flagship Deus Ex Machina starting up.
Rise !!
Release all vires und restraining cords.
This ist commandant of the Letztes Batallion, to the entire air fleet.
Our objective ist the skies over the british mainland capital, London !!
Commence preparation for...operation Sea Lion 2.
Let's go, gentlemen.