It is a socialist idea that making profits is a vice; I consider the real vice is making losses.
From now on we shall bomb Germany on an ever-increasing scale, month by month, year by year, until the Nazi regime has either been exterminated by us or - better still - torn to pieces by the German people themselves.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a commitment to escalate military efforts against Germany until the defeat of the Nazi regime.
Winston Churchill's quote reflects the determination to intensify the bombing campaign against Germany during World War II, emphasizing the goal of not only defeating the Nazi regime through external military force but also inspiring internal uprising among the German populace. It highlights the strategic and moral stance of using overwhelming pressure to bring about change, either through direct intervention or through the self-liberation of the German people.
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Example use cases
In a discussion about military strategy during World War II, Churchill's quote can be used to emphasize the necessity of decisive action.
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