The laurels of victory are at the point of the enemy bayonets. They must be plucked there; they must be carried by a hand-to-hand fight if one really means to conquer. — Ferdinand Foch Copy Share Image
The laurels of victory are at the point of the enemy bayonets. They must be plucked there; they must be carried by a hand-to-hand… — Ferdinand Foch Copy Share Image
My center is giving way, my right is in retreat; situation excellent. I shall attack. — Ferdinand Foch Copy Share Image
Aviation is fine as a sport. But as an instrument of war, it is worthless. — Ferdinand Foch Copy Share Image
Far from being a sum of distinct and partial results, victory is the consequence of efforts, some of which are victorious while others appear… — Ferdinand Foch Copy Share Image
In war there are none but particular cases; everything has there an individual nature; nothing ever repeats itself. In the first place, the data… — Ferdinand Foch Copy Share Image
I am conscious of having served England as I served my own country. — Ferdinand Foch Copy Share Image
The power to command has never meant the power to remain mysterious. — Ferdinand Foch Copy Share Image
