Death From Above/Quotes
I have heard tales of sorcerers that can forecast your doom, warriors whose screams freeze the blood, machines that fight with the grace of a dancer, and fiery daemons that cannot die. None of these dangers concerned me, except one. When fighting the Eldar, Watch the Skies!—Colonel Ishmail Mott, Warhammer 40,000
"Hehe, this is gonna be one hell of a highlight reel."
"I heard that!"—AC-130 fire control officer and TV operator, Call of Duty 4.
Then there are the airstrikes. Mercenaries 2 has a massive enthusiasm for airstrikes. They feature prominently in their tutorial, you find them lying innocently by the side of the road next to signs saying, "Boy I hope no one steals me (wink wink)". And every time you die in a mission, the game throws up tips that are usually along the lines of, "See, if you had listened to us and used an airstrike, maybe this wouldn't have happened!"
If at first you don't succeed, call an air strike.—Mercenaries 2
Wipe this pathetic planet from the face of the galaxy!
Rocks fall. Everybody dies.—A quote linked to both Game Masters and starship crews engaged in orbital bombardment
The explosives rained down, and halfway through their fall, the twenty-four plummeting cluster bombs came apart, each deploying twenty-five self-propelled ground-strike munitions. Each bomb had been pre-programmed by a Gabriel using data provided by the EVA wielded by Commander Karrde, using laser targeting telemetry supplied by the individual Caprica teams. It was an example of networked, coordinated warfare at its finest.
Each bomb found a target, and accelerated toward the Nod soldiers even as the militia below looked up at the screaming sonic passage of the Firehawks. The smarter or more experienced ones were already yelling for cover, and diving behind whatever safety they could find.
Six hundred individually-guided cluster munitions detonated a heartbeat later. Half of the bombs were loaded with high-explosive warheads, the complex devices within each detonating with the force of two tons of TNT. The other half of the munitions were loaded with white phosphorous.
It was like God took a bucket of hell, pissed in it, and then poured it on the men below.—Tiberium Wars, Chapter XVII
Jet fighter, jet fighter
A cold blooded stab in the back
Turbo jet engines ignite
Jet fighter, jet fighter
Death will filling the sky
Jet fighter, jet fighter
An airborne assault and attack
Jet fighter, jet fighter
Maxim 4: Close air support covereth a multitude of sins.
Maxim 36: When the going gets tough, the tough call for close air support.
Maxim 5: Close air support and friendly fire should be easier to tell apart.
Take a look to the sky
It's the last time you will!
Just before you die—For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica
Carpet bombing cities
Death from above
And grinding them to dust
Able men and women
Will all be victims
Everyone will suffer
In the wake of their attack
Bombers show no mercy
A land in ruin
Homes are turned to rubble
When the airstrike has been approved
Facing their destruction
Fear the black wings of death
Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn—Firestorm by Sabaton
"Contrary to popular belief, we at artillery command do not believe we're God. We merely borrowed His "Smite" button."—Anonymous
"Artillery knows neither friend nor foe - only good targets."—Anonymous (slogan in the German Bundeswehr)
"I will fly high above Monsteropolis / And I will rain terror down on the general populace..."
"Lives on this earth I grow tired of / Death from above / The annihilation of everyone you know and love..."—The Annihilation of Monsteropolis by The Megas
Close your eyes and see the skies are fallin'—Queens of the Stone Age, "The Sky is Fallin'"
(Temple of Nod builds up)
Commando: Ahem... so... why does GDI have the Ion Cannon positioned directly above us, AND NOBODY FUCKIN' TELLS MEEEE?!
Nod Commando: Look at that beautiful construction! So strong... so powerfu-
(two GDI aircraft carpetbombs the Temple into dust)
Commando: THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! >:( Okay, okay, let's rethink this. They know we're here. We should step up our defenses immediately!
(later; the Temple is built again, with a fuckton of air defenses around it)
Commando: Heh, they ain't gettin' through here this time! I bet they shit their yellow pants.
(bystanders laugh their asses off... until GDI Kill Sats the Temple)—Tiberium Ecstasy
Herman: When he leaves the Kwik-E-Mart, we start the saturation bombing. You got the water balloons?
Herman: Well, I'd rather they say, "Death From Above," but I guess we're stuck.
Bart: Two hundred rounds, sir. Is it okay if they say "Happy Birthday" on the side?—The Simpsons, "Bart The General"
"Yes but - that's not it," words are bursting out between the pulses of shivering - "the other kind, those V-1s, you can hear them. Right? Maybe you have a chance to get out of the way. But these things explode first, a-and then you hear them coming in. Except that, if you're dead, you don't hear them."
"Think of it as a very large bullet, Slothrop. With fins."
"Same in the infantry. You know that. You never hear the one that gets you."
"Uh, but-"
Wedge: "So, we're going to hit [the Yuuzhan Vong attackers] with an enemy they've never had the displeasure of facing. We're going to hit them with the Empire."
Tycho: "They're not going to like the Empire."
Artillery is the god of war.
"Artillery adds dignity to what would otherwise be a vulgar brawl."
"A magical item that can allow me to rain death from above my enemies AND lets me reach stuff on the top shelf? Done."—Belkar Bitterleaf, The Order of the Stick
They stood in the mouth of the cave and watched them. The bombers were high now, in fast ugly arrowheads beating the sky apart with the noise of their motors. "They are shaped like sharks," Robert Jordan thought. "The wide-finned, sharp-nosed sharks of the Gulf Stream. But these, wide-finned and silver, roaring, the light mist of their propellers in the sun, these do not move like sharks. They move like no thing there has ever been. They move like mechanized doom."—Ernest Hemingway, For Whom The Bell Tolls