Famous War Books Novels & Stories

Maurice walked ahead as I scurried behind him, gazing around at the unending land of graves, "Growing up, my grandfather would tell me stories, about how people started to go missing in a bulk 50 years ago, the police had no leads, and when no one was coming forward with information, one after the other the cases became cold, and the public became outraged, started a fucking world war, end of the fucking world," he chuckled with a snort, looking back at me who was fighting to keep up, I was growing weaker and weaker with every step I took, "Why? Why were they fighting?" I swallowed hard, "Instead of trying to figure out where these missing people are?"

It was a tradition they had adhered to not because they did every night, but reading from the scriptures had given Jane courage as a little girl and as a growing adult. When she volunteered as a medical staff during that war, she had carried the Bible along with her, and it had been the rock she leaned on each time things got too harsh, or she lost hope that the men they were treating would recover. She had also read specific passages to dying patients and had seen the relief come over their features, the hope that they had something to look forward to. And so when there was nothing more to do and yet a lot to be done, she had remembered her Bible. Reading the all-too-familiar pages had brou

The only thing I like about Gray’s office is that it’s filled with books. Big, thick books bound in leather, with gilt-edged pages, texts on war and military theory, encyclopedic tomes on world history, classic literature, poetry. But it’s not a library collected after a lifetime of reading. It is a library that has been purchased for show - Drew’s idea of which books should line the shelves of a military man’s office. He has a similar collection in his own office. Most of the books have never even been opened, eyes have never rested on their words, fingers have never caressed their pages. They are as untouched and virginal as nuns.

what if I die in this battle? Levi:your majesty I know the feeling I too experienced the same feeling for the first time when I went to war but sadly my fears came true when I saw my father and brother killed before my very eyes (cries a little looking down)I sometimes wish I had been killed instead of captured yet I know I continued living for a reason and it was to avenge my brother and father's death. So king quitanus (looks at him)I swear to do everything possible for you to stay alive and for you to see your family again.

Xavier thought for a while. "Unfortunately, after The War, a lot of books and manuscripts were burnt. But I will see if there are any books in our mansion," he offered. Erica quizzed, "You keep saying, The War. What is this?" Xavier shook his head and sighed, "The Rosamond and Merek you are speaking of, were not only known for their bravery and their strong reign but also because it was at this time when a massive war had broken out. The book I have is a rewritten, albeit an old version, journaling a supposedly detailed account of this war. But I think the part which involved mages were omitted tactfully, giving us a much cleaner and less brutal and complicated picture of what happened. Due

She quickly grabbed it off the shelf and flipped through the pages until she reached chapter four. She stopped at the passage she had been reading earlier. "Know Your Enemy," it read. Jewel sat there for a moment, trying to process it all. Then something caught her eye. She saw the author of the book's name: Sun Tzu. A chill ran down her spine. She knew exactly what it meant. And it explained why she had seen so many strange things recently. Sun Tzu was the author of The Art of War. He was the legendary military strategist who inspired the character played by Kenneth Branagh in the movie Mulan.

Each wooden ledge branded with a faded, handwritten label proclaiming— HISTORY. World War I. World War II. Forgotten battles in faraway places she’d vaguely heard of. The patriarchal pissing contest that stained our collective yesterdays recounted, retold, revisited in page after ponderous page. Heavy tomes groaning with the weight of mistakes made and hearts broken. Hopes dashed and success stolen. Forgotten lives buckling under the burden of dreams lost. She strolled, her eyes scanning the large letters embossed on covers puckered and creased. The dog-eared corners of aged paper discovered when the book was lifted, turned, opened.

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

Baldwin said. The meeting was dismissed and all the elders went back to their quarters while Baldwin went back to the pack ancestral library, he wants to read of all scenarios that caused a war in times past. He read through almost all the books only to find out that before the great purge, most wars were caused by packs having witches and after the great purge the problem became the moon diamond, everyone wanted the diamond to be in their possession, but the blood moon pack successfully won the battles and kept the moon diamond to themselves. Baldwin came up with an idea and smiled then said;

“Don’t worry about her. She stood in the way of your treatment. I couldn’t let that go unpunished, so I taught her a lesson. She’ll be back soon.” Emma hesitated. “Alright, but I’m a little worried about her.” Benjamin pulled her into his arms, reassuring her gently. “You’re too kind, Emma. That’s why someone like Lisa could take advantage of you and be so cruel.” … Emma’s recovery was supposed to be a reason for celebration, a moment of pure joy. To mark the occasion, Benjamin decided to auction off part of his private collection and donate the proceeds to charity. Naturally, that drew a large crowd.