Soldier Quotes
poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you
Every citizen should be a soldier. This was the case with the Greeks and Romans and must be that of every free state.
For it's Tommy this an' Tommy that and "Chuck 'im out the brute." But it's "Savior of 'is country " when the guns begin to shoot.
The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.
The first virtue in a soldier is endurance of fatigue courage is only the second virtue.
You stay in the war because it would be shameful to stay out of it. An then grief seizes you and hold its grip till anger has turned you into a soldier.
Uniform of a soldier and uniform of a student both are equally needed for the nation.
Drab?" Soldier yelled. "I'll give you drab. Beat her, would you? Beat my wife? I'll feed your head to the vultures, you snotty little hamster with your golden pelt and buttery looks!
We love being mentally strong, but we hate situations that allow us to put our mental strength to good use.
My family says they are proud of me. Of course, I would rather hear this than the contrary, but I cannot say that I am proud of myself, so I find that I cannot 'talk about it'.
And this I know: all these things that now, while we are still in the war, sink down in us like a stone, after the war shall waken again, and then shall begin the disentanglement of life and death.
And be very careful at the front, Paul.”Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!
… as General Berringer would readily admit, “If you’re in a fair fight, I’ve done something wrong.
I've had people tell me to get over it. I politely tell them, 'How about if I chop off your finger and see if it grows back?
The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck.
There are 2 kinds of fighters: those who fight because they hate, and those who fight because they love.
For some soldiers, there is a greater war going on behind the gun's shadow of family and friends, than in front of the gun pointing at strange enemies.
My heart is full and my weapon is clean.
Afghanistan changed him, but Iraq sculpted him.
As he moves through his day, sometimes he stops and just stares at me. There is something on the tip of his tongue. But he doesn't say it. I'm not sure he knows what it is.
The Crazy feeling builds and builds. It never stops, it never ends, there is no relief.
my mind struggled top condense all that had led to me being here. My vocal cords fought to express the memories that leaked out
It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.
I know a little of living and a little of dying. I know how to survive, i have mastered it as a soldier gains mastery of his weapons. Yet i prefer dying, for in dying i learn to live.
We choose and make our heroes from what we have read, heard and believed in.
Most likely, they were writing the same type of macho bullshit that I wrote, trying to sound tough with their words in case words were all that made it home.
The world he had left was not ready for his return, or rather, he was not ready to return to the world he had left.
They Served...reliving memoriesthat will not diegiving their allfor you and I -friends takenlives shaken...
...men are poor soldiers in love's war. And it is a war-one that never ends.
He’d never thought of death like that, like it’s some sort of other life that you can hope for, dream of. Escape to. That it can rescue you.
The life that you are about to embrace is not that of a soldier or a commando. It is the way of the assassin.
Seeing you with that guy tonight made me nuts, because every bone in my body says you’re mine.
Max?' he asked.'Yeah?''...What are you doing?''Shooting people.
We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.
What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.
I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.
