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Month | British | French | Sub- total |
German | (% of Allied total) |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
July | 158,786 | 49,859 | 208,645 | 103,000 | 49.4 |
August | 58,085 | 18,806 | 76,891 | 68,000 | 88.4 |
September | 101,313 | 76,147 | 177,460 | 140,000 | 78.9 |
October | 57,722 | 37,626 | 95,348 | 78,500 | 82.3 |
November | 39,784 | 20,129 | 59,913 | 45,000 | 75 |
Totals | 415,690 | 202,567 | 618,257 | 434,500 | 70.3 |
The game is rigged but you cannot lose if you do not play.
No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee....
— John Donne
Mother of Mercy! Is this the end of Rico?
— Edward G
You're a very bad man, Walker, a very destructive man! Why do you run around doing things like this?
Arva neque Ausoniae semper cedentia retro Quaerenda
— Virgil 25 BC (Always going forwards backwards.)
Well, I hope so, Blackadder. You know, if there's one thing I've learnt from being in the Army, it's never ignore a pooh-pooh. I knew a Major who got pooh-poohed, made the mistake of ignoring the pooh-pooh. He pooh-poohed it! Fatal error! 'Cos it turned out all along that the soldier who pooh-poohed him had been pooh-poohing a lot of other officers, who pooh-poohed their pooh-poohs. In the end, we had to disband the regiment. Morale totally destroyed... by pooh-pooh!
— General Melchett
Randolph Driblette: "You don’t understand," getting mad. "You guys, you’re like Puritans are about the Bible. So hung up with words, words. You know where that play exists, not in that file cabinet, not in any paperback you’re looking for, but—" a hand emerged from the veil of shower-steam to indicate his suspended head—"in here. That’s what I’m for. To give the spirit flesh. The words, who cares? They’re rote noises to hold line bashes with, to get past the bone barrier around an actor’s memory, right? But the reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, sometimes other orifices also."
— Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
SBT SB2 S2T SB3 S3T SB4 S4T SB5 S5T
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Month | British | French | Sub- total |
German | (% of Allied total) |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
July | 158,786 | 49,859 | 208,645 | 103,000 | 49.4 |
August | 58,085 | 18,806 | 76,891 | 68,000 | 88.4 |
September | 101,313 | 76,147 | 177,460 | 140,000 | 78.9 |
October | 57,722 | 37,626 | 95,348 | 78,500 | 82.3 |
November | 39,784 | 20,129 | 59,913 | 45,000 | 75 |
Totals | 415,690 | 202,567 | 618,257 | 434,500 | 70.3 |
The game is rigged but you cannot lose if you do not play.
No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee....
— John Donne
Mother of Mercy! Is this the end of Rico?
— Edward G
You're a very bad man, Walker, a very destructive man! Why do you run around doing things like this?
Arva neque Ausoniae semper cedentia retro Quaerenda
— Virgil 25 BC (Always going forwards backwards.)
Well, I hope so, Blackadder. You know, if there's one thing I've learnt from being in the Army, it's never ignore a pooh-pooh. I knew a Major who got pooh-poohed, made the mistake of ignoring the pooh-pooh. He pooh-poohed it! Fatal error! 'Cos it turned out all along that the soldier who pooh-poohed him had been pooh-poohing a lot of other officers, who pooh-poohed their pooh-poohs. In the end, we had to disband the regiment. Morale totally destroyed... by pooh-pooh!
— General Melchett
Randolph Driblette: "You don’t understand," getting mad. "You guys, you’re like Puritans are about the Bible. So hung up with words, words. You know where that play exists, not in that file cabinet, not in any paperback you’re looking for, but—" a hand emerged from the veil of shower-steam to indicate his suspended head—"in here. That’s what I’m for. To give the spirit flesh. The words, who cares? They’re rote noises to hold line bashes with, to get past the bone barrier around an actor’s memory, right? But the reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, sometimes other orifices also."
— Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49