Prepare For The Unknown By

If I Could Have Three Wishes, One Would Be To Take An '88 And Shove That Barrel Up Hitler's Ass So That Cocksucker Can Cry Like The Little God-damned Girl He Is. And Hell, After That, I Wouldn't Need Two More Wishes.

For Years I Have Been Accused Of Making Snap Judgments. Honestly, This Is Not The Case Because I Am A Profound Military Student And The Thoughts I Express, Perhaps Too Flippantly, Are The Result Of Years Of Thought And Study.

Always Advance. Never Dig In.

Continue To Advance Until You Run Out Of Ammunition. Then, Dig In.

I Have Studied The Enemy All My Life. I Have Read The Memoirs Of His Generals And His Leaders. I Have Even Read His Philosophers And Listened To His Music. I Have Studied In Detail The Account Of Every Damned One Of His Battles. I Know Exactly How He Will React Under Any Given Set Of Circumstances. And He Hasn't The Slightest Idea Of What I'm Going To Do. So When The Time Comes, I'm Going To Whip The Hell Out Of Him.