Quote by Winston Churchill

Un prigioniero di guerra è un uomo che cerca di ucciderti, non ci riesce, dopo di che ti chiede di non ucciderlo.


Un prigioniero di guerra è un uomo che cerca di ucciderti,

Summary

This quote emphasizes the complex emotions and dynamics involved in war. It suggests that a prisoner of war is someone who initially attempts to kill their captor but fails, and then asks not to be killed in return. It highlights the paradoxical nature of war, where enemies can become vulnerable and seek mercy once they are captured. This quote invites contemplation on themes of survival, empathy, and the moral dilemmas faced by individuals in times of conflict.

By Winston Churchill
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