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My knowledge of pain, learned with the sabre, taught me not to be afraid. And just as in dueling when you must concentrate on your enemy's cheek, so, too, in war. You cannot waste time on feinting and sidestepping. You must decide on your target and go in.
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Comparing his dueling days with commando tactics, as quoted in Skorzeny (1972) by Charles Whiting, p. 17

 

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