Gentlemen, I love var.
Gentlemen, I... Love Var.
Gentlemen. I SO LOVE VAR.
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 this 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 it 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 mow him down.
I even remember distinctly the 4.8 ton shrapnel shells from the Dora pulveriszing whole city blocks. Vhere the pitiful resistance fighters heroically stood up against us vith their assorted small arms.
I love the RUSSKIE armoured divisions throwing us into disorder
It ist a very very sad thing ven the villages they should haf protected to the death are owerrun und the vomen und children are wiolated und killed.
I love being CRUSHED und ANNIHILATED by the English und American war
Their creeping about on the ground like vermin, chased by the Jabo, 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 ewery crow in the entire vorld?
*His soldiers reply by screaming "Krieg"*
"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 whole half century in the depths of these dark shadows... a simple var is no longer enough!!
A GREAT VAR!! ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION!!
Ve are merely one battalion no more than a thousand troop remnants. But I believe you are all matchless hardened weterans. So gentlemen, together ve are un army as powerful as a million regular soldiers.
Let us rouse those slumbering ones who drove us into the realm of forgetfullness. Let us seize them by their hag, 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 Kampf Gruppe of a thousand wampires... vill burn the vorld to a crisp."