For the rest of your years I wish upon you nothing but pain, sadness, and hardship.I'll translate what he's saying.
"Brother you would not believe this loud, obnoxious, smelly native Texan sitting next to me! He is as large as twelve camels and smells like last week's camel blanket! His bulk is invading my private space! Wul khaiba I am going to stab the infidel in his face if he keeps looking at me like this!"
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There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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