What´s your favorite movie phrase?…

@Young:

I know it’s not middle earth, but the trolls in “Willow” were awesome, so thats my choice (stupid answer eh?).

Whenever you blast one with a magical wand great things happen! The bloody meatball with dragons heads was awesome.

The book Miracle at Midway includes an unintentionally amusing quote from Miller himself describing the ceremony at which he was decorated.  Miller, whose spelling was a bit unorthodox, wrote about how moved he felt when Nimitz pinned the Navy Cross on his “heaving busom”.

@Gargantua:

Or when the oil blob kills Tasha Yarr! Everyone’s seen that episode!

Yeah… that was the most lame death of a primary character I have ever seen.

@strategic:

Andy Griffith, Gomer Pyle, USMC. SHAZAM!

I second that.  Andy Griffith was the bomb!

I wish the sequnece of battles in the Lord of the Rings movie would have followed the books. The movies make Gondor out as weak, instead of truthfully divided on two fronts.

well if i had to vote it probably would be base ball!

Speaking of medium bombers, I feel for the Japanese bomber crews who operated the Betty, which was a flying gas can. Although it must be nice to have a 20 mm cannon for a tail gunner.

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. — Albert Einstein

one of my favorites…

The reason men like war is because it is the only thing that they do that women don’t laugh at. - Don’t know

Nobody ever won a war by dying for his country, he won it by making the other bastard die for his. — George S. Patton

O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle-be Thou near them! With them, in spirit, we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it-for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen. The War Prayer, Mark Twain.