Weirdest battlecry

[The Stranger]

are you afraid of your real name?

[Pannonian]

@Stranger

aye it's true, Bedoïns in Africa used it, and when the Brits fought there they adopted it. At first as a warcry, but when in Arnhem (and Oosterbeek) they used it at the end of a German attack to identify which house was theirs and which not

It was adopted from local tribesmen during their time in Tunisia. An unusual use of that battlecry may be its use as a call to arms in pitched battles between paras and American GIs around Salisbury over drinking rights - white GIs wanted the black GIs drinking with the paras to leave, the paras told the white GIs to eff themselves and look for another pub, invariably leading to a brawl.

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"Waho Mohammed" by pegasuseddie

The worst trouble usually began when a group of Airborne lads entered a pub and met up with some coloured Americans. They were friendly lads and we always seemed to get on well with them. The only form of entertainment was normally a battered old piano but the coloured lads were very musical and there was usually one amongst them, or us, who could knock out a few tunes so we would soon be enjoying a sing-song.

All would be enjoyable until some white Americans came in. The coloured lads would tell us that they had to drink up and go. When this first happened we could not believe our ears. We were all in this bloody war together, and would all be dying for the same cause - the right to individual freedom - so what the hell gave the white Yanks the right to expect their coloured countrymen to leave any pub that the whites chose to enter?

After experiencing this inequality we got mad and told the coloured lads "You stay put - you were here first and if they don't like drinking in the same pub as you they can push off and find another one"

This was easier said than done, for when a pub ran dry it was a case of touring round the city centre to find another one which was still open.
When the colour problem arose the whites would stand just inside the door glaring at the coloured lads, and us, until we told them in no uncertain terms to "Push Off".

They would then withdraw with shouted threats and when we eventually emerged it was not unusual to find a large mob of them waiting for us.
If we were outnumbered we would immediately yell out our Airborne battle cry which had been originated by our 1st Airborne Division in North Africa and adopted by all Airborne men thereafter. Up would go the cry "Waho Mohammed".

The effect of that cry was truly amazing. Within minutes, and from all directions, Red Berets would appear and a pitched battle would commence.
Our unwritten Airborne law was clearly understood by every Red Devil - at least amongst the lower ranks - and regardless of which Airborne unit they served in; if an Airborne man was in trouble and called out our battle cry, it didn't matter what you were doing, you immediately responded to the call.

Many a lass, out walking with an Airborne lad, would be dumbfounded as her escort, on hearing the battle cry, would say "Sorry - I've got to go" and would rush off to join in the battle.

What always amazed me was that the white Yanks never cottoned on to our system and adopted their own battle cry. Time and again they started fights in which they greatly outnumbered us but, invariably, when our battle cry was yelled, within moments they were overwhelmed beneath a sea of Red Devils.

[The Wizard]

Has got to be from Asterix in Britain.

[just before tea-time]

British warrior: I say, old chap, I think it's getting on for time.
Roman legionary #1: Time? Time for what?
British warrior: Awfully sorry! We'll be back later.
Roman legionary #1: Where are they going, by Jupiter?
Roman legionary #2: I don't know, by Mercury! Letting us down like this in mid-fight! It's just not done!

[later]

British warrior: Awfully sorry! It's the weekend, y'know!
Roman legionary: THIS IS REALLY GETTING ME DOWN!!!

[Caesar decides to attack the Brits during tea-time and weekend only]

Romans: ATTACK, BY JUNO!
Chief Cassivelaunos [drinking tea]: Oh, I say, the cads!

[Evil_Maniac From Mars]

are you afraid of your real name?

They're coming for me.

[Ii Naomasa]

I like what I get by using my .Org name:

"By Odin's mighty spear, I lay waste to all I see until my loins find satisfaction!"


Makes the Scandinavian part of my heritage happy and is dementedly perverse as well.

Oddly enough, my real name also invokes Norse gods: "In the name of Thor the Mighty, I come like a storm and lay waste like a hurricane!"



Rochebrune's battlecry would've been ingenious had he'd been fighting the Polish instead of working with them.... imagine coming up to a battle line, shouting that, then shooting/hacking them all while they reach for their time pieces....

[Vladimir]

are you afraid of your real name?

Have you ever tried to pronounce a Martian name? It isn't possible.

[Oaty]

Sprinting out of the terrain, swinging a mighty sword, cometh Oaty! And he gives a mighty grunt:

"I'm going to pummel you so badly, you will see ultraviolet!!"

Anyways how about battle songs heres a battlesong from the British

Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.
Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
And there we saw a thousand men
As rich as Squire David,
And what they wasted every day,
I wish it could be saved.
Yankee Doodle &c.
And there we saw a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple,
Upon a deuced little cart,
A load for father's cattle.
Yankee Doodle &c.
And every time they shoot it off,
It takes a horn of powder;
It makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
Yankee Doodle &c.
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cock'd it.
It scared me so, I shrieked it off,
And hung by father's pocket.
Yankee Doodle &c.
I saw a little barrel too,
The heads were made of leather.
They knocked on it with little clubs
And called the folks together.
Yankee Doodle &c.
And there was Captain Washington,
And gentlefolks about him.
They say he's grown so tarnal proud,
He will not ride without them.
Yankee Doodle &c.
He got himself in meeting-clothes,
Upon a slapping stallion.
He set the world along in rows,
In hundreds and in millions.
Yankee Doodle &c.
The flaming ribbons in his hat,
They looked so taring fine, ah,
I wanted pockily to get,
To give to my Jemimah.
Yankee Doodle &c.

And the shortened version

Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony
He stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Yankee Doodle round the world
As sweet as sugar candy

For some reason the song backfired

Theres so many versions out there but this is what I came up with on a quick search and there be no way to tell the true version of this song without diving deep into a book

[rotorgun]

One of my platoons when I was still on active duty adopted the phrase We burn cars for free! This was a day or so after they witnessed my car catch fire in the company parking lot. I was so overtaken with laughter after hearing them sound off with this shout upon calling them to attention, that I nearly couldn't give my morning report to the First Sergeant. He could just not seem to understand what had got into my soldiers, and insisted that we all get into the front leaning rest position for some push-ups. We did them, but he never did quite stop them from using this unique battle cry.

Quite motivational I must say.

[Patriarch of Constantinople]

using the create-a-battle-cry, i came up with this.

Yea, verily: Who is that, skulking on the wasteland! It is Alecander, hands clutching gilded boxing gloves! And with a gutteral scream, his voice cometh:

"I'm going to smash you until you pee fire, and add a notch to my bedpost!!"

[Patriarch of Constantinople]

Using Orgian usernames i get these:

Lo! Who is that, rampaging out of the freeway! It is Hannibal99, hands clutching a sharpened screwdriver! And with a vengeful grunt, his voice cometh:

"By Odin's mighty spear, I lay waste to all I see with reckless abandon!!!"

Who is that, sprinting amidst the terrain! It is Csar, hands clutching a sharpened screwdriver! He grunts homicidally:

"I'm going to bludgeon you with such wanton cruelty, your screams will shatter lightbulbs world-wide!"

Sprinting on the fields, attacking with a vorpal blade, cometh Hepcat! And he gives a booming bellow:

"I'm going to pummel you until Amnesty International campaigns against it!!"

Prowling along the tundra, cutting down all who dare stand in the way using a piece of chainlink fence, cometh Spartakus! And he gives a vengeful scream:

"I'm going to pummel you for such a long time, you will wake up from the Matrix!!"

[Patriarch of Constantinople]

Im not afraid to use my real name, unlike some martians

[Csargo]

Username:"I'm going to bludgeon you with such wanton cruelty, your screams will shatter lightbulbs world-wide!"

Real name:"I'm going to pummel you until you smell like barbeque!!"

[Spart]

Prowling over the tarmac, swinging a burning branch, cometh (muh real name) And he gives a low howl:

"I'm going to pulverize you so hard, you'll reincarnate as an X-file!"

When I doodle and the name I sign it with
Stalking through the icy wasteland, cutting down all who dare stand in the way using a jeweled meat hammer, cometh Homoioi! And he gives a bloodthirsty cry:

"For the love of carnage and discord, I plunder until my loins find satisfaction!!"

A jeweled meat hammer? But for why do I have a jeweled meat hammer?

My Org name:

Spart:
Hark! Who is that, skulking across the wasteland! It is Spart, hands clutching gilded boxing gloves! And with a cruel roar, his voice cometh:

"Hail the blood-letting! I bring annihilation and cheap beer!!!"

These are really weird

[Csargo]

"Hail the blood-letting! I bring annihilation and cheap beer!!!"

These are really weird

Where's my BEER? I want the beer you promise.

[Marshal Murat]

"Damn the torpedoes"

Now, if I was on his ship i'd go...

"Whoa man, those are TORPEDOES! What the hell are you saying, we don't AVOID the things that go BOOM!? Really man, that's like 'Damn the shrapnel!'. Hell No."

[Kongamato]

Prowling amidst the tundra, brandishing a bladed baseball bat, cometh Kongamato! And he gives a vengeful roar:

"I'm going to spank you so hard, it will be a new form of crime!!!"

[Motep]

my real name:
Hark! Who is that, sprinting along the freeway! It is Aaron, hands clutching a meaty axe! And with a mighty cry, his voice cometh:
"I'm going to @#$% you until you're bright blue, and hijack your momma's airplane!"
my user name:
Rampaging through the plains, carrying a sharpened screwdriver, cometh Motep Dra Uha Dnia Mazzat! And he gives a spectacular roar:
"In the name of Thor the Mighty, I burn with the holy fires of destruction!!!"
my personal battlecry:
Olioliooooo!! Oli!
more: I will eat your food!

my nationalized username and nickname:
Striding along the fields, carrying gilded boxing gloves, cometh Motep! And he gives an ominous cry:
"Vengeance and goo flow from my veins! I come like a storm and lay waste like a hurricane!!"

[Patriarch of Constantinople]

Have you ever tried to pronounce a Martian name? It isn't possible.

You mean Jahdinstikariskatioda the Fourth?

[Incongruous]

Striding out of the mountains, swinging a bladed baseball bat, cometh Bopa The Magyar! And he gives a spectacular howl:

"In the name of malice, I shall paint the town a sanguine shade of doom!"

AWSOME

[Incongruous]

And I thought he was a pacafist.
Lo! Who is that, running along the icy wasteland! It is Ghandi, hands clutching two hardened pitas! He roars vengefully:

"I'm going to pulverize you beyond the end of time!!"


No wonder we're all still waiting for the second coming.
Yea, verily: Who is that, sprinting out of the icy wasteland! It is Mary Mother Of God, hands clutching a bladed baseball bat! She cries homicidally:

"I'm going to spank you with such zeal, your reincarnation will be a scientific anomaly!"

[Evil_Maniac From Mars]

You mean Jahdinstikariskatioda the Fourth?

That's just the short form.

[Thorn Is]

Skulking amidst the fields, clutching a burning branch, cometh Daniel! And he gives a vengeful howl:

"I'm going to forcibly reverse your gender!!"

i like that one

[Justiciar]

Skulking over the plains, swinging an oversized scalpel, cometh Justiciar! And he gives a gutteral grunt:

"Vengeance and goo flow from my veins! I carve into flesh like a river of pure piranha!!!"


Prowling amidst the cliffs, carrying an oversized scalpel, cometh Stephen! And he gives a spectacular scream:

"Hail the blood-letting! I plunder until my glands are satisfied!!"




Lordy, that was a good find.

[Orb]

Zang! Who is that, prowling out of the hotel lobby! It is Orb, hands clutching a vorpal blade! And with an ominous cry, his voice cometh:

"I'm seriously going to contort you in such an unsafe manner, your reincarnation will be a scientific anomaly!"

[Marshal Murat]

Evidently the Celts yelled
"Out of the way!" when attacking.

[Reverend Joe]

Evidently the Celts yelled
"Out of the way!" when attacking.