December 7, 1941. A date which will live in infamy.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
Yesterday, December 7, 1941 a date which will live in infamy the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan... We will gain the inevitable triumph so help us God.
Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well-trained, well-equipped and battle-hardened. He will fight savagely
The eyes of the world are upon you.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force! You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you.
I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this government: I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you.
The raising of that flag on Suribachi means a Marine Corps for the next 500 years.
When this war is over, the Japanese language will be spoken only in hell!
Soldiers of the Reich! This day, you are to take part in an offensive of such importance that the whole future of the war may depend on its outcome.
I have full confidence in your courage and devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full Victory! Good luck! And let us beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.
I've had my fill of Hitler. These conferences called by the ringing of a bell are not to my liking. The bell is rung when people call their servants. And besides, what kind of conferences are these? For five hours I am forced to listen to a monologue which is quite fruitless and boring
In the first six to twelve months of a war with the United States and Great Britain I will run wild and win victory upon victory. But then, if the war continues after that, I have no expectation of success.
The world must know what happened, and never forget.
No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.
We will accept nothing less than full Victory!