Quotes from Marcus Luttrell

Marcus, the body can take damn near anything. It's the mind that needs training. The question that guy was being asked involved mental strength. Can you handle such injustice? Can you cope with that kind of unfairness, that much of a setback? And still come back with your jaw set, still determined, swearing to God you will never quit? That's what we're looking for.

And he simply would not tolerate any other high-ranking officer, commissioned or noncommissioned, reaming out one of his guys. He

No matter how much it hurts, how dark it gets or how hard you fall, you are NEVER out of the fight.

shipmates might depend. That word: teamwork. It

Same blood, different mud.

Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum — Flavius Vegetius Renatus, fourth century).

How do you get right with the idea, at the age of thirty-one, that the career you've pursued with every fiber of your being has come suddenly to an end?

The Warrior Elite,

A big, robust guy with blond hair and a relatively insolent grin, Shane was supersmart. I never had to tell him anything. He knew what to do at all times.

I had only one Teammate. And He moved, as ever, in mysterious ways.

I'm trained in weapons, demolition, and unarmed combat. I'm a sniper, and I'm the platoon medic. But most of all, I'm an American.

They're not their rules. They're our rules, the rules of the Western countries, the civilized side of the world. And every terrorist knows how to manipulate them in their own favor.

we believe there are very few of the world's problems we could not solve with high explosive or a well-aimed bullet.

My God had not spoken to me again. But neither had He forsaken me. I knew that. For damned sure, I knew that.

if you don't want to get into a war where things go wrong, where the wrong people sometimes get killed, where innocent people sometimes have to die, then stay the hell out of it in the first place.

and I said good-bye to all the kids, several of whom were crying. Sarawa just slipped quietly away. I never

The cruise missiles had softened up the area, but that was only the start. The real heavyweight punch from the world's only superpower would come in the form of a gigantic bomb — the BLU-82B/C-130, known as Commando Vault in Vietnam and now nicknamed Daisy Cutter.

Those instructors have watched men drop, watched them fail, watched them quit, and watched them quietly, with ice-cold, expressionless faces. That's not heartless; it's because they were only interested in the others, the ones who did not crack or quit. The ones who would rather die than quit. The ones with no quit in them.

There's an old SEAL motto: Never assume a frogman's dead unless you find his body.

The only way out of hell is to walk right through it. When you do, it always helps to have your brothers by your side.

Every Navy SEAL is supremely confident, because we're indoctrinated with a belief in victory at all costs; a conviction that no earthly force can withstand our thunderous assault on the battlefield. We're invincible, right? Unstoppable. That's what I believed to the depths of my spirit on the day they pinned the Trident on my chest. I still believe it. And I always will.

Don't let your thoughts run away with you, don't start planning to bail out because you're worried about the future and how much you can take. Don't look ahead to the pain. Just get through the day.