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    #46
    Hehe.
    Ventet på at noen skulle spørre hvem som skrev den.

    Stor poesi ja.

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      #47
      håvamål inneholder jo etpar referanser til krig o.l. som til dømes:

      Vapni sine skal ein på vollen ikkje gange eit fet ifrå.
      For uvisst er å vite når på vegen der ute det spyrjast kan etter spjot.

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        #48
        Sitat med en nesten usynlig historisk parallell ironi:

        The only thing you need to do is to tell them they are being attacked, label the pacifists as unpatriotic and a threat to national security. It works in all countries."

        -Hermann Göring

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          #49
          DULCE ET DECORUM EST (WWI)

          Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
          Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
          Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
          And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
          Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
          But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
          Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
          Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

          Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
          Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
          But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
          And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
          Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
          As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
          In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
          He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

          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.

          Wilfred Owen, 1918

          -----

          HERE DEAD WE LIE (WWI)

          Here dead we lie
          Because we did not choose
          To live and shame the land
          From which we sprung.

          Life, to be sure,
          Is nothing much to lose,
          But young men think it is,
          And we were young.

          A E Housman

          -----

          War and Hell
          (WWI?)

          There is 'great rejoicing at the nation's capital'. So says the
          morning's paper.
          The enemy's fleet has been annhilated.
          Mother's are delighted because other mothers have lost sons
          just like their own;
          Wives and daughters smile at the thought of new-made
          widows and orphans;
          Strong men are full of glee because other strong men are
          either slain or doomed to rot alive in torments;
          Small boys are delirious with pride and joy as they fancy
          themselves thrusting swords into soft flesh, and
          burning and laying waste such homes as they
          themselves inhabit;
          Another capital is cast down with mourning and
          humiliation just in proportion as ours is raised up, and
          This is life - this is patriotism - this is rapture!
          But we - what are we, men or devils? and our Christian
          capital - what is it but an outpost of Hell?

          Ernest H Crosby

          -----

          The Charge of the Light Brigade
          Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Krimkrigen)

          1.

          Half a league, half a league,
          Half a league onward,
          All in the valley of Death
          Rode the six hundred.
          "Forward, the Light Brigade!
          "Charge for the guns!" he said:
          Into the valley of Death
          Rode the six hundred.

          2.

          "Forward, the Light Brigade!"
          Was there a man dismay'd?
          Not tho' the soldier knew
          Someone had blunder'd:
          Their's not to make reply,
          Their's not to reason why,
          Their's but to do and die:
          Into the valley of Death
          Rode the six hundred.

          3.

          Cannon to right of them,
          Cannon to left of them,
          Cannon in front of them
          Volley'd and thunder'd;
          Storm'd at with shot and shell,
          Boldly they rode and well,
          Into the jaws of Death,
          Into the mouth of Hell
          Rode the six hundred.

          4.

          Flash'd all their sabres bare,
          Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
          Sabring the gunners there,
          Charging an army, while
          All the world wonder'd:
          Plunged in the battery-smoke
          Right thro' the line they broke;
          Cossack and Russian
          Reel'd from the sabre stroke
          Shatter'd and sunder'd.
          Then they rode back, but not
          Not the six hundred.

          5.

          Cannon to right of them,
          Cannon to left of them,
          Cannon behind them
          Volley'd and thunder'd;
          Storm'd at with shot and shell,
          While horse and hero fell,
          They that had fought so well
          Came thro' the jaws of Death
          Back from the mouth of Hell,
          All that was left of them,
          Left of six hundred.

          6.

          When can their glory fade?
          O the wild charge they made!
          All the world wondered.
          Honor the charge they made,
          Honor the Light Brigade,
          Noble six hundred.

          Og til sist...

          Do not weep
          Anonym. Falklandskrigen.

          Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep
          I Am Not Dead, I Do Not Sleep.

          I Am A thousand Winds That Blow,
          I Am A Diamond Glint On Snow.

          I Am The Sunset On Ripened Grain,
          I Am The Gentle Autumn Rain.

          When You Awake In The Autumn Hush,
          I Am The Swift Uplifting Rush.

          Of Quiet Birds In Circling Flight,
          I Am The Star That Shines At Night.

          Do Not Stand By My Grave And Cry,
          I Am Not There, I Did Not Die.
          Flag Oscar!

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            #50
            Wilfred Owen

            Husker jeg rekti daua Wilfred Owen usle tre uker før våpenhvilen, ute på vestfrontens ødemarker.

            Godt å se Maiden er her, har selvsagt ikke tenkt å sitere deres "the Trooper" men heller subbe ned i stua og sette på vinylen som endelig er i hus :-)
            Shaking the ground with the force of a thousand guns

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              #51
              Coca Cola..

              Sitatet fra Jarhead er slik:

              Sgt. Siek: "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for I am the baddest mother fucker in the valley."

              www.imdb.com er en fin bil!
              For myself I am an optimist - it does not seem to be much use being anything else.

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                #52
                Opprinnelig skrevet av Halling
                The Charge of the Light Brigade
                Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Krimkrigen)

                1.

                Half a league, half a league,
                Half a league onward,
                All in the valley of Death
                Rode the six hundred.
                "Forward, the Light Brigade!
                "Charge for the guns!" he said:
                Into the valley of Death
                Rode the six hundred.

                2.

                "Forward, the Light Brigade!"
                Was there a man dismay'd?
                Not tho' the soldier knew
                Someone had blunder'd:
                Their's not to make reply,
                Their's not to reason why,
                Their's but to do and die:
                Into the valley of Death
                Rode the six hundred.

                3.

                Cannon to right of them,
                Cannon to left of them,
                Cannon in front of them
                Volley'd and thunder'd;
                Storm'd at with shot and shell,
                Boldly they rode and well,
                Into the jaws of Death,
                Into the mouth of Hell
                Rode the six hundred.

                4.

                Flash'd all their sabres bare,
                Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
                Sabring the gunners there,
                Charging an army, while
                All the world wonder'd:
                Plunged in the battery-smoke
                Right thro' the line they broke;
                Cossack and Russian
                Reel'd from the sabre stroke
                Shatter'd and sunder'd.
                Then they rode back, but not
                Not the six hundred.

                5.

                Cannon to right of them,
                Cannon to left of them,
                Cannon behind them
                Volley'd and thunder'd;
                Storm'd at with shot and shell,
                While horse and hero fell,
                They that had fought so well
                Came thro' the jaws of Death
                Back from the mouth of Hell,
                All that was left of them,
                Left of six hundred.

                6.

                When can their glory fade?
                O the wild charge they made!
                All the world wondered.
                Honor the charge they made,
                Honor the Light Brigade,
                Noble six hundred.
                Dette er jo fra en av de mer idiotiske hendelser i krigshistorien, bl.a. på grunn av en ordre gitt på en slik måte at den lett kunne misforstås og en offiser som mottok ordren som ikke stilte spørsmål (inkludert spørsmål til seg selv om han kunne ha misfortått ordreren) satte "Den lette brigade", dvs. en lett kavalerienhet med vel 650 ryttere i gang et ritt gjennom en 2 km lang trang dal behersket av geværild fra ca. 20 fiendtlige infanteribataljoner plassert nærmest skulder ved skulder langs begge dalsidene og 50 fiendtlige kanoner, for å forsøke å ta noen fiendtlige kanoner i enden av dalen. Det utrolige var at de ikke stoppet opp, men fortsatte gjennom hele dalen, og så tilbake igjen. De utrettet intet og ca. halvparten falt. En fransk offiser som var vitne til dette sa at "dette er fantastisk, men det er ikke krig".
                At sauene vedtar at alle skal leve av gress hjelper dem lite hvis ikke ulvene er enige.

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                  #53
                  Generalmajor William H. Rupertus, US Marine Corps (1889-1945) var NK For First Marine Division til 10. juli 1943, deretter sjef for samme divisjon til november 1944 da han ble sjef for US Marines' skoler og døde av et hjerteinfarkt 25. mars 1945. Han skrev følgende "dikt" for sine Marines:

                  The Infantryman's Creed
                  My Rifle

                  THIS IS MY RIFLE.
                  There are many like it but this one is mine.
                  My rifle is my best friend.
                  It is my life.
                  I must master it as I master my life.

                  My rifle, without me is useless.
                  Without my rifle, I am useless.
                  I must fire my rifle true.
                  I must shoot straighter than
                  any enemy who is trying to kill me.
                  I must shoot him before he shoots me.
                  I will....

                  My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire,
                  the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make.
                  We know that it is the hits that count.
                  We will hit...

                  My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
                  Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
                  I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories,
                  its sights and its barrel.
                  I will keep my rifle clean and ready,
                  even as I am clean and ready.
                  We will become part of each other.
                  We will...

                  Before God I swear this creed.
                  My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country.
                  We are the masters of our enemy.
                  We are the saviors of my life.

                  So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy,
                  but Peace.
                  At sauene vedtar at alle skal leve av gress hjelper dem lite hvis ikke ulvene er enige.

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                    #54
                    Og så har vi Shakespeare, talen kong Henrik V holder for soldatene sine før slaget ved Azincourt, på St. Crispians dag ( i "Henry V"):

                    This day is called the feast of Crispian:
                    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
                    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
                    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

                    He that shall see this day and live old age,
                    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
                    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispin's:'
                    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
                    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'

                    Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
                    But he'll remember with advantages
                    What feats he did that day.
                    Then shall our names,
                    familiar in their mouths as household words,
                    Harry the king,
                    Bedford and Exeter,
                    Warwick and Talbot,
                    Salisbury and Gloucester,
                    Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.

                    This story shall the good man teach his son;
                    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
                    From this day to the ending of the world,
                    But we in it shall be remember'd;

                    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
                    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
                    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
                    This day shall gentle his condition:
                    And gentlemen in England now a-bed
                    Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
                    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
                    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
                    At sauene vedtar at alle skal leve av gress hjelper dem lite hvis ikke ulvene er enige.

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                      #55
                      Poesi

                      I Have a Rendezvous with Death . . .



                      I have a rendezvous with Death
                      At some disputed barricade,
                      When Spring comes back with rustling shade
                      And apple-blossoms fill the air --
                      I have a rendezvous with Death
                      When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

                      It may be he shall take my hand
                      And lead me into his dark land
                      And close my eyes and quench my breath --
                      It may be I shall pass him still.
                      I have a rendezvous with Death
                      On some scarred slope of battered hill,
                      When Spring comes round again this year
                      And the first meadow-flowers appear.

                      God knows 'twere better to be deep
                      Pillowed in silk and scented down,
                      Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
                      Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
                      Where hushed awakenings are dear . . .
                      But I've a rendezvous with Death
                      At midnight in some flaming town,
                      When Spring trips north again this year,
                      And I to my pledged word am true,
                      I shall not fail that rendezvous


                      Allan Seeger
                      So many assholes, and so few bullets!!

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                        #56
                        Lay Me Down

                        Lay me down in the cold cold ground
                        Where before many more have gone
                        Lay me down in the cold cold ground
                        Where before many more have gone

                        When they come I will stand my ground
                        Stand my ground I’ll not be afraid

                        Thoughts of home take away my fear
                        Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears

                        Once a year say a prayer for me
                        Close your eyes and remember me

                        Never more shall I see the sun
                        For I fell to a Germans gun

                        Lay me down in the cold cold ground
                        Where before many more have gone
                        Lay me down in the cold cold ground
                        Where before many more have gone

                        Where before many more have gone

                        In memory of Sgt. Charles Stuart MacKenzie
                        Seaforth Highlanders


                        Denne er fra WW I, men er gjenskapt i filmen We were soldiers

                        Opprinnelig skotsk, men valgte engelsk oversettelse
                        So many assholes, and so few bullets!!

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                          #57
                          Time won't wait for no one,
                          when God calls you gotta go home..

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                            #58
                            Shelley

                            Ozymandias
                            I met a Traveler from an antique land,
                            Who said, "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
                            Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
                            Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
                            And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
                            Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
                            Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
                            The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
                            And on the pedestal these words appear:
                            "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings.
                            Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair!"
                            No thing beside remains. Round the decay
                            Of that Colossal Wreck, boundless and bare,
                            The lone and level sands stretch far away.

                            Er vel teknisk sett ikke et militært dikt, men jeg synes det er bra.

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                              #59
                              In the practical art of war, the best thing of all is to take the enemy's country whole and intact; to shatter and destroy it is not so good. So, too, it is better to recapture an army entire than to destroy it.
                              -Sun Tzu, the Art of War

                              To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.
                              -Sun Tzu, the Art of War


                              Kunne kanskje vært en tanke i disse tider...

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                                #60
                                The soldier

                                In a station in the city, a British soldier stood
                                Talking to the people there, if the people would
                                Some just stared in hatred and others turned in pain
                                And the lonely British soldier, wished he was back home again

                                'Come join the British army' said the posters in his town
                                'See the world and have your fun, come serve before the Crown'
                                The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
                                So he took his country's' shilling and enlisted on the roll

                                But there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
                                Just ten years in the army, getting paid for being bossed
                                Then leave a man who's experienced, a man who's made the grade
                                A medal and a pension, some men have reserved a trade

                                Then came the call to Ireland as the call has come before
                                Another bloody chapter in an endless Civil War
                                The priests they stood on both sides, the priests they stood behind
                                Another fight in Jesus' name, the blind against the blind

                                The soldier stood between them, between the whistling stones
                                And then the broken bottles, that led to broken bones
                                The petrol bombs that burned his hand, the nails that pierced his skin
                                And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin

                                The station filled with people, the soldier soon was bored
                                But better in the station than where the people warred
                                The room filled up with mothers, with daughters and with sons
                                Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his guns

                                A yell of fear, the screech of brakes, a shattering of glass
                                The window of the station broke to let the package pass
                                The scream came from the mothers as they ran toward the door
                                Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor

                                The soldier stood and could not move, his gun he could not use
                                He knew the bomb had seconds left, not minutes on the fuse
                                He could not pick it up and throw it on the street
                                There were far too many people there, too many running feet

                                'Take cover' yelled the soldier, 'take cover for your lives'
                                And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before there wives
                                They turned toward the soldier, their eyes alive with fear
                                'For God's sake, save our children or they'll end their short lives here'

                                The soldier moved towards the bomb, his stomach like a stone
                                'Why was this his battle, God, why was he alone?'
                                He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
                                To those at home in England, to those he loved so well

                                He saw the sights of summer, felt the wind upon his brow
                                The young girls in the city park, how precious were they now
                                The soaring of the swallow, the beauty of the swan
                                The music of the turning earth, so soon it would be gone

                                The muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
                                The soldier blown across the floor, his blood a crimson lake
                                They never heard him cry or shout, they never heard him moan
                                And they turned their children's' faces from the blood and from the bone

                                The crowds outside soon gathered, and the ambulances came
                                To carry off the body of a pawn lost to the game
                                And the crowd they clapped and jeered, and they sang their rebel songs
                                One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong

                                And will the children growing up, learn at their mothers knee
                                The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
                                Who used his youthful body as the means towards an end
                                Who gave his life to those, who called him 'murderer' not 'friend'

                                Song by Harvey Andrews
                                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLlDOOVZ1HQ

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                                Forsvarsbudsjett og langtidsplaner, doktriner og militærmakt. Debatt rundt politiske føringer for Forsvaret, samt Forsvarets egne strategier og planer.
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                                S-5 3. Militærhistorie
                                Her diskuterer vi norsk og internasjonal militærhistorie, avdelingstradisjoner og militaria.
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                                Nyeste innlegg: David Fletcher's Tank Chats
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                                S-5 4. Veteranforum
                                Informasjon om veteraner og reservister og aktiviteter landet rundt. FN-tjeneste, NATO-Veteraner, NROF etc.
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                                Nyeste innlegg: Team Rubicon.
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                                Fagforum S-6: Samband & IKT
                                S-6 1. Fagforum Samband
                                Dette formet skal være for alle innlegg om sambandsmidler, relaterte systemer, erfaringer, utdanning, avdelinger og historikk samles. Tråden vil være ugradert, noe som er en selvfølge på dette forumet.
                                Tråder: 119 Innlegg: 1.706
                                Nyeste innlegg: Alternativ til kontorkasse
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                                S-6 2. Tekniske forum
                                Her diskuterer vi tekniske saker innenfor IKT og data, som ikke er dekket av fagforum samband.
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                                Markedsplassen
                                Kjøp og salg
                                Her kjøper og selger du utstyr. Kun for privatpersoner.
                                Buy and sell kit. Non-commercial use only.
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                                Milforums testarena
                                Tester med terningkast på forskjellige typer utstyr. Det forutsettes at tester ikke har noen tilknytning til produsent eller forhandler av utstyret.
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