Phrase for patch

[Tank]

Hello lads!
I talked to LtPurcy about designing a patch for my loadout. I'd like to have some sort of Latin phrase added to it, but my Latin is kindda rusty, so help would be appreciated.

I liked these three:

1. Acta non verba - Deeds not words
2. Ad astra per aspera - to the stars through difficulty
3. Potius mori quam foedari - Death before dishonour

But any suggestions would be awesome! :D

[murta369]

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SPQR

[Ancisace]

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"Aketay uryay itshay, eatingchay uckfay"

>:D

What? Pig latin counts!

[BAMF]

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Pffft! There are only two options for this!

Nil Satis Nisi Optimum (Come on you blues!) or my personal favourite Te confundant illigitemi.

Google 'em!

[Wingmann]

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Semper paratus - Always ready
Sine labore nihil - Nothing without work
Ante bellum - Before the war
Non onmis moriar - Not all of me will die
Vescere bracis meis - Eat my shorts

[Im Dave Angel]

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Virtus quod Vires - Courage through Strength
Totus vestri substructio es belong nobis - All your base are belong to us
Victoria vel Veneratio ( secundum brevis profero )
abyssus EGO sum super hic - Hello. I am over here
eat nex , sus canis! - Eat Death, pig Dog!
A volatilis genu ut gauisus depopulatio - A Swift Knee to the Happy Sacks
LEDO FORTIS/DELTA - HIT BRAVO/DELTA!

[S3V3R]

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Rocking out with my glock out

[ElSparko]

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Romanes eunt domus

[Mercenary]

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"NUNC AUT NUNQUAM" - now or never!
"QUA PATET ORBIS" - as far as the world reaches

[Jelliffe99]

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Sic vis pacem, para bellum
If you want peace, prepare for war

Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati
When all else fails, play dead

[hoggy21]

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I had a tattoo done in latin across my back. I cant be bothered to google it, but it translates as:
Courage is moving toward danger with no escape. My courage will guide me.

I like a few of the ones above, might have to get down to my local tattoo shop!

[Tank]

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I had a tattoo done in latin across my back. I cant be bothered to google it, but it translates as:
Courage is moving toward danger with no escape. My courage will guide me.

I like a few of the ones above, might have to get down to my local tattoo shop!

That is SICK. I've always wanted a tattoo with some Latin in it. Pic?

[ElSparko]

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The motto for an old school of mine was:

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country

probably a little OTT for airsoft but its still a pretty cool.

A friend of mine taught me a different version which will deffinatly be too long

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori, sed dulcius pro patria vivere, et dulcissimum pro patria bibere. Ergo, bibamus pro salute patriae
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It is sweet and right to die for the homeland, but it is sweeter to live for the homeland, and the sweetest to drink for it. Therefore, let us drink to the health of the homeland

Used to be able to say that from memory, but that was a few years back now so I had to look it up again

[Roxy]

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Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country

There's an old war poem of the same name that makes for a good but sad read. It's written by a former soldier. Very heartfelt but enough to put you off getting the phrase put on a patch I think. I personally see that to be poor taste for an airsoft loadout but each to their own I suppose. That's just my humble view

[cornishpotshot]

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There's an old war poem of the same name that makes for a good but sad read. It's written by a former soldier. Very heartfelt but enough to put you off getting the phrase put on a patch I think. I personally see that to be poor taste for an airsoft loadout but each to their own I suppose. That's just my humble view

True. It was an old Roman saying scorned by Wilfred Owen in his very dark war poem. It would certainly deter me from putting it on a patch:


Dulce et Decorum est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.