war battle

LIBYA. Sirte. September 2016. We Are Not Taking Any Prisoners. Fighters of Libyan forces affiliated with the Tripoli government walk around a gigantic chandelier of the conference room in Ouagadougou Congress Complex. Sirte, Libya, is one of the three self-proclaimed capitals of the so-called Islamic State, along with Raqqa in Syria and Mosul in Iraq. It was the first of the three to fall, with an offensive launched by the Libyan government in May 2016. It took seven months of fighting, 500 American airstrikes, the lives of 700 Libyan soldiers and more than 3,000 injured Libyan soldiers to finally declare the city free.

General News, Third Prize, Stories at the World Press Photo Contest.

Photograph: Alessio Romenzi

the will of me, -  wolf
shut and bewildered
by the faults and
shame inherent in
the physical body

love,
go where I am going

November spills himself
as lamplight in the hunched
night, a clenched lit fist

our celestial vexation, I
cannot be certain of my
life or anyone in it

there can be no
assurance

fir needles fall blanched to
the rye & wheat in worldly
patterns

the fairies dance among
them, digging their heels
to the bending field 

harvest, sallow,
undoing itself

darkness clots as cleanly as
blood, and cleanly bleeding
the night-field picked empty

bones flash white in mind’s
eye and all is mistaken

what is left is nothing - yet
the freeze comes dusk, the
dew comes dawn, sweet
Ersa singing harvest’s song

we are throttled by the heavy
hour, laden with ennui and
desire, god slumps midden
with all that is unfinished

hideous, permanent
I was never awake, sleeping
through each bloody war, battle
and argument

when the world ends
I will be awry as opium 

anonymous asked:

How many battles make up a war?

Depends on the length of the war and the length of the battles. War is just a state of armed conflict, battles are the individual engagements. The shortest war on record lasted about 38 minutes, the longest war (the Arauco) was a little shy of 300 years long. The longest battle in the world was the Battle of Verdun, which lasted for almost the entirety of 1916.

Wars will last until they are over.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

10

Death Guard vs Chaos Daemons.
2000 points.
Mission: Eternal Night.

The Ruinous Powers are fickle and always struggling to outdo one another in their rivalry. They have snatched up their greatest champions from throughout the galaxy and brought them to the daemon world of Susperia - a world trapped in the heart of the Eye of Terror, where reality meets unreality. There to do battle for glory of their dark masters!

A couple nights ago my friend Richard and I went up to Nottingham for the night to have a game at Warhammer World (and meet one of the chaps from the Tabletop Tactics youtube channel). He brought his slaaneshi daemons to face the might of Nurgle’s finest.

Our choice of mission was Eternal Night from Altar of War/Battle missions. It has a strange deployment basically to represent a defending force being surprised by a daemonic foe materialising out of thin air. The table is split into four triangles with their points meeting at the middle of the table and each unit is randomised as to where it starts. The daemon player then does likewise. I soon found myself surrounded by a horde of pink.

First turn of the game was horrendous and bloody. I lost a Great Unclean One, a unit of plaguebearers, my warlord and a rhino not to mention a fair few marines. I was lucky and managed to bring his Chaos Knight down with two meltaguns and a multi-melta. Those slaaneshi things are nasty!

After that the turns went rather quickly and with much brutal combat. I had severely underestimated how good a pure Slaanesh daemon army would be. I had always looked at them as the weakest of the four armies and I had my eyes opened. The mission is fairly much geared towards the daemons which helped them. Had they needed to race across the table at me things would have been very different.

As I say we spend the rest of the game in bloody assault. Daemonettes tore both my helbrutes and the defiler down with ease which amazed me. I thought they would be untouchable by such puny things. The mounts of Slaanesh proved very hard to deal with and Richard just kept summoning them turn after turn. I just was not able to deal with them. I think I only managed to bring down one unit of them and that was it.

The last turn of the game, turn 5, ended with his army largely intact due to summoning and sitting on a pile of victory points while I had gave up counting. All I had left from my army was the Chaos Knight of Nurgle which certainly was the model of the match for me. Next time I face those little pink terrors, I’ll have a bit more respect for them.

My list was a standard Combined Arms Detachment with a daemons allied detachment:

Chaos Sorcerer, level 3 wielding the Pusbringer relic.
Two units of chaos marines with two melta guns, in rhinos.
Two Helbrutes with multi-melta and power fist.
A defiler with autocannon and scourges.
A heldrake with baleflamer.

Chaos Knight of Nurgle.

A great unclean one.
A unit of plaguebearers.

9

I stand for human rights, and will continue to do so, regardless of who is president. 

I stand for human rights, and will continue to do so, regardless of who is president.

I STAND FOR HUMAN RIGHTS, AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO REGARDLESS OF WHO IS PRESIDENT.

BOSNIA AND HERZEGOVINA. Sarajevo. December 14, 2016. A Bosnian woman holds a banner during a solidarity rally. Up to a thousand people gathered in Sarajevo, a city that became synonymous with civilian suffering during the Balkan wars of 1990′s, to express solidarity with the civilian victims of Aleppo.

Photograph: Amel Emric/AP

IRAQ. Al-Anbar governorate. Fallujah. June 27, 2016. A member of Iraqi government forces celebrates along a street in Fallujah after government forces recaptured the city from Islamic State militants.

Photograph: Thaier Al-Sudani/Reuters

4

- - a life of recycled horror.

request name

“Excuse me,” says the battle droid. R2 cannot roll his eyes, but he twitters in binary, something hard to translate but best summarized as: 

you heard me arsehole [the literal translation here would be: human excrement funnel]

I will shoot you,” says the other battle droid. B-1 models, flimsy in the face of a lightsabre – or a blaster, or a well-aimed stick – but more than a match for R2. 

“No you won’t,” says the first one, “the General needs him.”

“Well at least let me threaten him a little,” pouts the second droid. 

“Why?”

“It’s so –”

boring chips in R2 right, it’s boring?

“Yes!” says the first droid. And then he adds, more out of a sense of duty than any real conviction: “Republic scum.”

“It isn’t boring,” says the second droid. “Last week, Grevious killed my best friend. At least. I think he was my best friend. I can’t tell us apart, really.”

you have no names

I’m B-1,” says the first droid. 

“And I’m B-1,” says the second. 

“Mass-produced,” says the first.

“Could be worse,” says the second.

I was mass produced, R2 says hurriedly. but Anakin takes care of me. 

What do you mean?”

I’ve never been shot for target practice, says R2, and I’m allowed a name and –

It isn’t that bad,” says the first. Maybe the second. Hard to tell. “Anyway, you’re Republic scum and – “

The smack-shriek of a blaster. The first/second droid collapses, minus head. His companion says, “Never shot for target practice?” in a tone of voice that is, somehow, different

never ever, says R2. my friends wouldn’t let it happen.

“Friends,” says the droid. “He wasn’t really my best friend. He just went on patrol with me more than the others and I got used to him. Familiar face, you know. When the General killed him – uh – I kind of felt….bad.”

wanna get out of here?

“Roger roger,” says the droid, with feeling. Then: “Roger. That’s a name, right?”

yup, says R2.

“Great. Great,” says Roger. Then he hesitates. “What’re your orders?”

I don’t order you – oh, fine, babysteps, look just get me out of here. 

“And make sure that your Jedi doesn’t lightsabre me.”

Roger, roger, trills R2.

“Fuck you,” says Roger who, it seems, is a very fast learner.