Artillery

"...если угодно знать, «Войну и мир» читал… Вот, действительно, книга. До самого конца прочитал — и с удовольствием. А почему? Потому что писал не обормот какой-нибудь, а артиллерийский офицер. У вас десятка? Вы со мной…"

"Солдатушки, бравы ребятушки, а кто ваши жёны? Наши жёны — пушки заряжёны, вот кто наши жёны."

"Ahead, muffled by distance, was the sound of artillery in the night- always more terrifying than it is by day, though less effective."

"An as their firin dies away the usky whisper runs From lips that avent drunk all day: "The Guns! Thank Gawd, the Guns!"

"In peace the cry is for mobility, in war for weight of shell."

"The poorer the infantry, the more artillery it needs; the American infantry needs all it can get."

"When, after a three-day silence, our only six-inch battery was delivered fifty shells, this was reported by telephone immediately to all the regiments, all companies, and all the men sighed with joy and relief."

"The nimble gunner With linstock now the devilish cannon touches."

"Our artillery... The Germans feared it almost more than anything we had."

"And telling me...it was great pity, so it was, This villainous saltpetre should be digg’d Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy’d So cowardly."

"What cannoneer begot this lusty blood? He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce."

"I have seen the cannon, When it hath blown his ranks into the air And, like the devil, from his very arm Puff’d his own brother."