/lit/ - Literature

>>13423684

>>13423684
>I never preferred pussy anyways

>>13423684
>I can't wait to die on some godforsaken field halfway around the world to make money for some old fucks!

>>13423684
Every lover is a soldier

>>13423747
Nature does not care for the weak. She hands her scepter to her favorite son and allows him to do as he pleases. It is the mother of innovation and war that rules.

>>13423789
>>13423803
Holy basedboys... You're missing the point of the thread.. It's about guts and anything that takes a pair. If you're not about that don't act like you get pussy lol.
>>13423803
And I'm talking about being a man here not anything political you fucking incel

>>13423862
all war is political, a veil to hide the simple fact that two groups of people want the same resources and cannot survive with only half.

>>13423684

>>13423684

>>13423862
>War is apolitical
Congratulations. You are probably the biggest brainlet on this whole fucking site.

Grrrrrrr I'm so goddamn manly I sacrifice my life so others can get rich yeah that's what being a man is about! Raising a family, caring for your wife and children, growing vegetables, fishing, reading the classics, learning a trade, learning to play instruments, travelling, living in peace and harmony? Get that feminine shit out of here.


You really are the perfect goy aren't you OP?

Orange man defend Japanese shipping and UAV rights

>>13423684
>all these threads about "masculinity"
>from nerds

>>13424574
>>13424585
>>13424664
SEETHING

>>13424546
Not what he said, you retard. He's talking about personal experience and strength of character, not trite political shoehorning that you repeat everywhere word-for-word and didn't come up with to begin with. It is so much to ask of you to read and think for once instead of placing everything in set boxes with their automatic responses that someone else made for you?

>>13423684
Death is the worst; a fate which all must try;
And for our country, ’tis a bliss to die.
The gallant man, though slain in fight he be,
Yet leaves his nation safe, his children free;
Entails a debt on all the grateful state;
His own brave friends shall glory in his fate;
His wife live honour’d, all his race succeed,
And late posterity enjoy the deed!

>>13424574
And somehow those things are mutually exclusive?
>I prefer peace. But if trouble must come, let it come in my time, so that my children can live in peace.

>>13424105
Make me Thunky dudes

>>13423684
I’m more interested in feminine war quotes desu

>>13425097
gay

>>13424901
Op here,
congratulations, you're the only one who gets it. Never realized all these these big brains would sperg out and have to show how intelligent they are! Woah! Should be expected by now though. Have a good day Anon!

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori

It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.

Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall,—
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
“Strange friend,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn.”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.

>>13423684
Nun, Volk, steh auf und Sturm brich los!

>>13423684
Only free men can negotiate