Quotes About Duty

If a female wants to do a man's job, no one will stop her from doing it, but women have duties to perform as mothers.

Today, Arizona's sons and daughters, mothers and fathers are proudly serving their country.

A computer study of the frequency of the word "duty" in British and American books showed its frequency had shrunk to one-third of its frequency in earlier times.124 Shame is another of the concepts that seems to have faded, as shameless behavior has flourished, and has even been celebrated as "liberation" in some quarters.

Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor. They died so as not to die of embarrassment.

There should be a law, I though. If you support a war, if you think it's worth the price, that's fine, but you he to put your own precious fluids on the line. You have to head for the front and hook up with an infantry unit and help spill the blood. And you have to bring along your wife, or your kids, or your lover. A law, I thought.

What they carried was partly a function of rank, partly of field specialty.

It had nothing to do with morality. Embarrassment, that's all it was. And right then I submitted. I would go to the war—I would kill and maybe die—because I was embarrassed not to.

There should be a law, I thought. If you support a war, if you think it's worth the price, that's fine, but you have to put your own precious fluids on the line. You have to head for the front and hook up with an infantry unit and help spill the blood. And you have to bring along your wife, or your kids, or your lover. A law, I thought.

I remember Mitchell Sanders sitting quietly in the shade of an old banyan tree. He was using a thumbnail to pry off the body lice, working slowly, carefully depositing the lice in a blue USO envelope. His eyes were tired. It had been a long two weeks in the bush. After an hour or so he sealed up the envelope, wrote FREE in the upper right-hand corner, and addressed it to his draft board in Ohio.

What they carried varied by mission.

Bir ÅŸeyi ta??mak, s?rtlamak demekti; ÜsteÄŸmen Jimmy Cross'un Martha'ya olan aÅŸk?n? tepeler ve batakl?klar boyunca s?rtlamas? gibi. GeçiÅŸsiz kullan?ld???nda yürümek anlam?na gelirdi, fakat bunun ötesinde yükler ima ederdi.

Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to.

There should be a law, I thought. If you support a war, if you think it's worth the price, that's fine, but you have to put your own precious fluids on the line. You have to head for the front and hook up with an infantry unit and help spill the blood.

All of us, I suppose, like to believe that in a moral emergency we will behave like the heroes of our youth, bravely and forthrightly, without thought of personal loss or discredit.

They carried their reputations. They carried the soldier's greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor. They died so as not to die of embarrassment.

They carried the soldier's greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor.

they carried like freight trains; they carried it on their backs and shoulders - and for all the ambiguities of Vietnam, all the mysteries and unknowns, there was at least the single abiding certainty that they would never be at a loss for things to carry.

And right then I submitted. I would go to the war—I would kill and maybe die—because I was embarrassed not to. That was the sad thing. And so I sat in the bow of the boat and cried. It was loud now. Loud, hard crying.

I said no, Jimmy said. His voice quavered slightly under the blazing heat of her glare, but his words were as solid as a sealant weld. Captain Smith says it's wrong. And I say it's right, Kulasawa snapped. Why listen to him instead of me? Because he's my boss. Jimmy looked at me. And because I trust him. He turned back to Kulasawa. And because he's never needed a gun to tell me what to do.

A warrior may retreat. He does not flee. He may lie in ambush. He does not hide. He may experience victory or defeat. He does not cease to serve. But a servant with divided loyalties is no servant at all.

My job is to protect the Ascendancy and the Chiss people, sir," he said quietly. "Whatever it costs to achieve that goal, I will pay it." A chill ran up Ba'kif's back. Whatever it costs.

Kenpachi… you said earlier that it was my job to protect Karakura town. You're wrong. My job…is to protect my friends.

A Shinigami has to treat all spirits equally. You cannot just conveniently save those you can see, those you can reach. You must save all spirits. To go anywhere for them, to even give your life to save them." - Rukia Kuchiki

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