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Discipline

There are no limits to the human body if it is a disciplined instrument… that obeys a mind that has abdicated its function and succumbs to the authority of fear and force.
— Thomas Doulis. Path for Our Valour

It was his conviction, and he was probably right, that discipline in a regular army is ultimately based on fear.
— Philip Caputo. A Rumour of War

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck
Shone round him o’er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.

The flames roll’d on…he would not go
Without his father’s word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He call’d aloud…”Say, father, say
If yet my task is done!”
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

“Speak, father!” once again he cried
“If I may yet be gone!”
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames roll’d on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair;

And shouted but one more aloud,
“My father, must I stay?”
While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud
The wreathing fires made way,

They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And stream’d above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound…
The boy — oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea.

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part;
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.

— FD Hemans. Casabianca

“It was the wrong thing to do. If you felt you had to deal with him on a personal as well as military level, you should have shot him… Regulation punishment is military. A bullet is military. Your fist isn’t. Never put your hands on a soldier.”
— Giles Tippette. The Mercenaries

Duty. We Germans cling to it like it is a shawl to keep us warm. We’ll do anything in its name. How cold will we be when the shawl is ripped away, when the liars are silent at last and the duty we had to their lies dies with them? What will the believers do then? they’ll claim they didn’t know, their leaders were false to them! Better to kill duty at the first sign of a lie from your leaders, smash duty right then. Throw it off you like a snake that’s dropped on you from a tree!

With duty gone from around your shoulders, you see all the lies clearly because duty makes you blind. Look down at duty, with a broken back now, hissing weakly up at me from the floor. I see everything revealed. Hitler. Stalin. Churchill. Mussolini. Roosevelt. Hirohito… They must be liars because this war they’ve told us to wage cannot be the truth for mankind.
— David L Robbins. War of the Rats

Where flies the general’s banners, there is his army; where points the general, there advances his army; when the general punishes a criminal, the heart of the army is strongly controlled. In this way are battles won.
— Sun Tzu. The Art of War

The greatest crimes in the world are not committed by people breaking the rules but by people following the rules. It’s people who follow orders that drop bombs and massacre villages.

As a precaution to ever committing major acts of evil it is our solemn duty never to do what we’re told, this is the only way we can be sure.
— Banksy

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