Voetsek, Ek Se!

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III/JR9:n upseereita tauolla
Pälksaari-Tohmajärvi 1941.07.12

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Tykistöpatterin päällikkö taistelulähetteineen puhelimen ääressä. Yhteydet säilyvät hyvin, vaikka kranaatteja sataa ympärille, sillä valpaat viestimiehet pitävät linjat kunnossa

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Fritz Von Opel and his rocket car RAK 2, Weimar Republic, 1928

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Rhodesian soldiers with a Puma helicopter of the South African Air Force, Op. Uric, 1979

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Ernst Jünger‘s model 1916 stahlhelm.

Now I looked back: four years of development in the midst of a generation predestined to death, spent in caves, smoke-filled trenches, and shell-illumined wastes; years enlivened only by the pleasures of a mercenary, and nights of guard after guard in an endless perspective; in short, a monotonous calendar full of hardships and privation, divided by the red-letter days of battles. And almost without any thought of mine, the idea of the Fatherland had been distilled from all these afflictions in a clearer and brighter essence. That was the final winnings in a game on which so often all had been staked: the nation was no longer for me an empty thought veiled in symbols; and how could it have been otherwise when I had seen so many die for its sake, and been schooled myself to stake my life for its credit every minute, day and night, without a thought? And so, strange as it may sound, I learned from this very four years’ schooling in force and in all the fantastic extravagance of material warfare that life has no depth of meaning except when it is pledged for an ideal, and that there are ideals in comparison with which the life of an individual and even of a people has no weight. And though the aim for which I fought as an individual, as an atom in the whole body of the army, was not to be achieved, though material force cast us, apparently, to the earth, yet we learned once and for all to stand for a cause and if necessary to fall as befitted men.
Hardened as scarcely another generation ever was in fire and flame, we could go into life as though from the anvil; into friendship, love, politics, professions, into all that destiny had in store. It is not every generation that is so favoured.
And if it be objected that we belong to a time of crude force our answer is: We stood with our feet in mud and blood, yet our faces were turned to things of exalted worth. And not one of that countless number who fell in our attacks fell for nothing. Each one fulfilled his own resolve.
-Ernst Jünger, In Stahlgewittern

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“Shit”

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