Artillery

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

"We looked at each other, and back across the river. There were explosions in the town itself now; the first Fascist shells were landing in the city and there was the smoke of fires. From directly over our heads, on the crest of the hill, there came swift, violent reply that deafened us and we dropped onto the ground. Our own artillery was answering. "Nice to know we got a couple pop-guns of our own," I said. "This is no place to be," said Luke. "They'll be throwing the stuff over here in a minute.""

"From somewhere the enemy artillery awoke and the shells came over- you could count them as they came. And then you couldn't count them; they fell in no regular order, one-two-three, but with a conscious knowledge of where we were- to left, to right, ahead, behind, crashing like enormous garbage cans heaved by gigantic men. The broken earth fell on us, the cracked rock spattered against the unbroken stone of the hillsides. The growing night was loud in our ears, and the men, ordered up the right slope of the ravine, were huddled in a long line against the hillside, crouching, sitting, lying flat. My rifle was smashed to pieces in my hand."

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

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

"...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…"

"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."

"Artillery is an arm equally formidable both in the offensive and defensive."

"Suddenly the fresh booming of cannon was heard. A two-story red brick building half a block down the street began to twist and buckle. With a shivering roar, it toppled and collapsed. Bricks flew in every direction. A rebel shell had made a direct hit. A lieutenant sprinted down the middle of the street, one hand on his clanking sword to keep it from tripping him. As he ran, he muttered, "That crazy, dumb Hindman! Shelling his own town!""

"An' as their firin' dies away the 'usky whisper runs From lips that 'aven't drunk all day: "The Guns! Thank Gawd, the Guns!""

"For you all love the screw-guns — the screw-guns they all love you! So when we call round with a few guns, o' course you will know what to do — hoo! hoo! Just send in your Chief an' surrender — it's worse if you fights or you runs: You can go where you please, you can skid up the trees, but you don't get away from the guns!"

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

"...в 1912 или в начале 1913 г. решался вопрос о числе зарядов на полевое орудие. Забудский «доказывал», что надо иметь 3000 патронов на ружьё и по 500 зарядов на полевое орудие. На заседании присутствовал генерал Радко-Дмитриев, только что перешедший на русскую службу из болгарской, где он победоносно командовал армией. На основании собственного опыта он сказал, что бой надо, главным образом, вести и кончать артиллерией и надо иметь 3000 зарядов на орудие, тогда достаточно иметь и 500 патронов на ружьё."

"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."

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

"The cannons have their bowels full of wrath, And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their iron indignation ’gainst your walls."

"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."

"Артиллерия — бог современной войны."