I'm so grateful to have this, and I give full credit to...(drum roll please!)......Jersey-Girl135!! Without her sudden boredom overload, we would have never had this speech typed out for everyone to read! Thank you Jersey-Girl135! Without further adieu ---

Continuing from were OVA Four left off...

(I have decided to leave this speech just as it was typed, Major is speaking the entire time, so I think everyone can adjust for the moment )

Are you having fun Alucard? War should be fun after all. So sing the battle hymn Alucard and watch as my works unfold. I can see it. I can see it even through thick spectacles. The city's lights, its hawks more steeples. Hear my battle hymn Alucard, and watch the collapse of the British Empire.

My Friends it has often been said that I like war, my friends I like war. No, friends, I love war, I love holocausts, I love blitzkriegs (lightening war), I love defensive lines, I love sieges, charges, I love mop up operations and retreats. Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundra's, through desserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth. I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle. My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces with well placed sniper rounds. And there is nothing like attack operator using a tigle acht-acht to destroy enemy tanks. And the feeling that comes when a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank, only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets rushing into enemy lines. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long dead enemy. The sight of deserters being strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear piercing Schweizers (Swiss). When a band of pitiful resistance fighters make their final stand with nothing but small arms only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells I'm in ecstasy. I love it when my forces are ravaged by a Russian armoured division. It's so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs being laid to waste. Their women and children being raped and killed. I love to be squashed under the heel of the British and American war machines. The humiliations as my men crawl around like vermin ducking the bombers flying overhead. Gentlemen, all I ask for is war! War so grand as to make hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers in arms, what is it that you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do? Do you wish for a merciless bloody war? A war who's fury is built with iron and lightning and fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge from this earth?

Very well then Krieg (war) is what you shall have. We are a clenched fist ready to strike down all who oppose us with our might. But after enduring over half a century wallowing in the darkness, for us a simple ordinary war will no longer be sufficient. We need a massive war. A war beyond any other that mans history has ever known. We are but a single battalion, the remnants of defeated army numbering less than a thousand strong. However I believe that each of you old warriors is equal to a thousand of their sickly soft children, we represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men. It is time for them to awake, the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion and who now lie sleeping, let's drag them out of bed by their hair and remind them of what we are. We will remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our jack boots make against their throats. We will remind them that there are more things between heaven and hell than are dreamt of in their philosophy. Our Kampfgruppe (battle group) of one thousand vampires is going to burn this world down to ash. Yes my friends, soon Europe's charred remains will illuminate the night's sky. I have brought you all back just as I promised I would, back to our favourite battle field, back to our beloved war.

At last the sea lion has crossed the ocean and is heading up the hill. Attention all soldiers of the millennium battalion; this is a message from your commander, friends. Let's bring them hell!

(Well that's the end, I hope you all appreciate Kouta Hirano for making Hellsing a legendary anime, Dark Horse for posting it for all anime lovers, and for Jersey-Girl135 to type major's very long, very difficult speech, thank you so much for reading, and the supportive reviews, OVA 5 isn't to be for a while, until my cousin somehow discovers it for me, I'm sure we are all excited to see the conclusion, or at least see the conclusion animated, if you read the marvelous manga. Nor I nor Jersey-Girl do not own anything Hellsing.)((From what I know)) Thanx again!~