"Alaric looked across the passenger compartment to the tech-guard. They wore full-face helmets with polished brass visors and heavy rebreather units and they were armed with what looked like more complex versions of the standard Guard lasgun. Alaric couldn't see their faces - they seemed more like servitors than soldiers."
"Ow! My mask!"
— Crow, as Big McLargehuge punches out a masked thug, Mystery Science Theater 3000: Space Mutiny
"If you want to see this yourself, look at a picture of the war masks of the Attic Greeks. When men wish to inspire terror and kill they put on such metal faces. The invading Christian knights that Alexander Nevsky fought wore such masks; if you saw Eisenstein's film you know what I am talking about. They all looked alike."
"Sir, Colonel Glass would not have to break the concrete, not if he entered the base before then entrances were sealed. Furthermore, giving your troops uniforms that conceal their faces is a tremendous security risk. You should read the TVTropes Article on Faceless Goons, sir."
— Colonel Glass, Spinnerette
What care I that my legions are faceless? Identity matters only to those who have the ability to think: my Immortals and Lychguard, perhaps; my Lords and Crypteks, certainly. For the remainder of my vassals? Well, suffice to say that the concept of glory is wasted on the inglorious.
—Imotekh the Stormlord, Warhammer 40,000: Codex - Necrons (5th ed)
Mark Anthony: You've changed since we last met.
Cleopatra: Have I seen you before?
Mark Anthony: Yes. In Alexandria, with Caesar.
Cleopatra: It's those uniforms you wear. You all look alike.
Cleopatra: Have I seen you before?
Mark Anthony: Yes. In Alexandria, with Caesar.
Cleopatra: It's those uniforms you wear. You all look alike.
— Rome
"Look! We're being attacked by hostile pipe welders!"
Western military commanders still fail to understand the folly of sending their soldiers to wage "wars among the people" wearing sunglasses, helmets and body armour that give them the appearance of robots empowered to kill, impossible to love or even to recognise as fellow human beings.
— Vietnam: An Epic Tragedy 1945-1975, by Max Hastings.
