Tell me /k/, who is the greatest warrior who ever lived? I nominate this smug fucker.
>I must say that during the war I never disobeyed an order, but when General Seidemann ordered Graf and me to fly to the British sector and surrender to avoid the Soviets, with the rest of the wing to surrender to the Soviets, I could not leave my men. That would have been bad leadership.
He also predicted what we all know about the Soviets/Russians
>In his first year of operational service, Hartmann felt a distinct lack of respect towards Soviet pilots. Most Soviet fighters did not even have proper gunsights, their pilots having to draw them on the windscreen by hand. "In the early days, incredible as it may seem, there was no reason for you to feel fear if the Russian fighter was behind you," he later recalled. "With their hand-painted "gunsights" they couldn't pull the lead properly or hit you." Hartmann also considered the P-39, the P-40, and the Hurricane to be inferior to the Fw 190 and Bf 109, although they did provide the Soviets with valuable gunsight technology.
The Russians are orks.
My vote would be for Michael Wittmann. As a former tanker in the US Army, he is my idol. When I was a gunner I kept a photo of him in the gunner's station. He started out in a Stug III proving himself as a good tanker, destroyed many tanks, and anti tank guns (anti tank guns are more difficult to survive and destroy as they are hidden), always took the initiative, proved himself as a leader, and was a true National Socialist 'till the end.
Micheal Wittmann was a great warrior, and surely resides in Valhalla.
simo hayha, aka "white death" i've always been fascinated by his ability to conceal himself, with carlos hathcock coming in close second
Billy motherfucking WAAAAAGH!!!
He fought in every single US conflict since Korea. Pic is of him in Afghanistan with the CIA
>always took the initiative
He even kickstarted the Nazi space program in his Tiger turret
Pretty good, considering he sent 138 tank crews and 132 anti-tank gun crews to the moon first.
No, that's the point.
That photo is of a Swedish volunteer in the winter war.
Has nothing to do with Häyhä, but somewhere along the way some retarded internet "journalist" used it for an article about him and since then it shows up every time his name is mentioned.
>larry, the war is over, we don't have to fight communists anymore
>FUCK you im going to the eastern front
>larry, the war is over, we don't have to fight communists anymore
>FUCK you im going to vietnam
I still think he is locked up in cryogenic sleep deep underground in some military bunker somewhere with a sign that says:
"If threat of Communist world domination press button to thaw."
Him dying was just a cover all along.
to keep from being arrested for being in the SS. he runs to sweden. Then he runs to Venezuela. Where he gets a job working on a cargo ship. while the ship was going by the american gulf coast. He jumps off the ship and swims to america.
>tfw nordic slavic shitmix
>had glorious blonde hair and blue eyes as a kid
>now have an almost burgundy dark blonde with green eyes
still got those cheekbones tho
Meh even dark blonde and green isn't that bad, you're clearly still identifiable as European.
I've got white facial features, but with light brown eyes and brown hair. I'm like a tall dark haired bavarian
>I'm like a tall dark haired bavarian
honestly the high cheekbones are the best part
tom cruise wishes he could pull off aviators like me
I've got a weak jaw and cheekbones due to developmental issues growing up, but I'm getting corrective surgery soon so I'll be back to normal.
Can't wait to join the cheekbone club
Captain Hairy K/ Fag
Sucks more cock than Freddy mercury
Strokes big black shiny rifles when he can't get black cock
Has a purple heart from a ruptured an us
Pretends to be outraged that he ate cum brownies at a k/ meet
K/ is gayer than pony fags....
Time to admit it
Get out of the Kloset
>Only those who die in battle may enter Valhalla
Some who die in their sleep will fight their way into Valhalla, you can fucking count on it.
Take Lieutenant General Sir Adrian Paul Ghislain Carton de Wiart VC, KBE, CB, CMG, DSO for instance. (those honors alone are lulz)
Born in Belgium as potentially the illegitimate son of Leopold II (yes, that Leo II), went off to serve with the Brits in the Second Boer war using a false name & lying about his age. After being seriously wounded, he was sent off to India after recovering at home.
As the Second World War kicked off, he went to fight in Somaliland before moving on to the Western Front. There:
>He was wounded seven more times in the war, losing his left hand in 1915 and pulling off his fingers when a doctor declined to remove them. He was shot through the skull and ankle at the Battle of the Somme, through the hip at the Battle of Passchendaele, through the leg at Cambrai, and through the ear at Arras.
Despite all his wounds in the war, Carton de Wiart said at the end:
>"Frankly, I had enjoyed the war...."
Now there's a /k/unt for you.
But it doesn't end there.
During the inter-war period, he's sent to Poland (of all places). Sadly, as the war broke out, the Polish failed to listen to most of his advice.
To be continued.
Pic: He's the one eyed, one armed pirate to the right.
He survived a crash landing at sea in the Med a mile from shore (swimming with one arm), after which he became a POW in Italy.
>He made five attempts including seven months tunneling. Once Carton de Wiart evaded capture for eight days disguised as an Italian peasant (he was in northern Italy, could not speak Italian, and was 61 years old, with an eye patch, one empty sleeve and multiple injuries and scars). Ironically, Carton de Wiart had been approved for repatriation due to his disability, but notification arrived after his escape. As the repatriation would have required that he promise not to take any further part in the war, it is probable that he would have declined.
After being freed, he went to China as Churchill's personal representative after making a brief stop at the Cairo Conference in 1943. Went to the Burma front as well.
He went as far as fucking with Mao Zedong, interrupting his propaganda speech to criticise him for holding back from fighting the Japanese for domestic political reasons.
So, you're telling me this man would not be welcome on Valhalla because he died in his own bed of old age & previous injuries? Surely you jest, sir. He would tunnel into Valhalla, bluff & charm his way past Valkyries & sit at Odin's table with no one daring to challenge him...
my vote goes to Ernest Evans
>you'll never fight the germans with a ragtag group of rebels
>you'll never survive assassination attempts
>you'll never meet with world powers and say fuck you to them all
>you'll never poison a leader from said world power
>people will never walk hundreds of miles barefoot to see your funeral
he didnt die in battle but was a warriorking
William "Billy" fucking Barker. VC, DSO & Bar, MC & two bars
>Survived a year as an observer and pilot on B.E.2s, which is a minor miracle on its own. Killed two German Rolands in the process.
>Scored a kill on his first sortie as a fighter pilot
>50 kills overall
>Sent back to Britain as an instructor for a break from the war and to teach new pilots
>Applies for a transfer back to the front. Denied
>Applies for another. Denied.
>Flies around merrily under bridges around the local rivers and is hauled over the calls to explain. "I was applying for a transfer"
>Finally convinces his superiors that he's not up to date on current German aircraft and tactics and needs to see the front again to get acclimated. Heads to France in a Sopwith Snipe on a 10-day roving commission.
>Day 10 comes around and he prepares to fly back to England, under strict instruction to fly directly back, do not head to the Front, do not pass go. They even removed the Aldis sight from his aircraft.
>Attacked a German two seater and shot it down. Was careless for once and was bounced by Fokker D.VIIs
>Starts fighting FIFTEEN enemy aircraft by himself.
>Shoots down a Fokker, then gets hit in the arm. Passes out and starts spinning to earth.
>Wakes up, recovers, climbs back into the fight, shoots down another. Gets shot in the leg. Passes out, starts spinning to earth.
>Wakes up AGAIN, climbs back into the fight. Shoots down ANOTHER fighter. Gets hit more in the legs.
>Dives away and crashes into friendly lines, and was pulled from the wreck unconscious. Wakes up in late November, 1918 to find the war is over and he's won the VC.
Dude was a proper, proper badarse.
Call me when you have someone relevant who doesn't pad his kill ratio with slavshits all day
>my last name is Wittmann
>not sure if related though
>still feels goodman