Quotes About Comradeship

These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. They were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness

These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. They were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship.

for I could no longer think of him as lord, viscount, duke's son; he was my comrade now

Mike Bibby's my brother.

Oh, my poor friend and comrade, you'll suffer yet!

Their lives were ruined, he thought; ruined by the fundamental error of their matrimonial union: that of having based a permanent contract on a temporary feeling which had no necessary connection with affinities that alone render a life-long comradeship tolerable.

Mick and I may not be friends—too much wear and tear for that—but we're the closest of brothers, and that can't be severed.

laughter was about more than humour. This was about reducing tension, solidarity in face of the grim reaper.

When I was in the army in the Golani troops, I served with Zionist and modern Orthodox guys and I became friends with them.

A friend is one who dislikes the same people that you dislike.

They fought together as brothers in arms; they died together and now they sleep side by side. To them we have a solemn obligation.

Alabama soldiers, all I ask of you is to keep up with the Texans!

Just because war is hell doesn't mean you can't have a little fun.

When youre sharing a foxhole with another man, you don't worry about what color he is, just whether or not he will protect your back

Conor, I could search the world for another swashbuckling scientist, but I doubt if I would find one like you.

You speak, my friend, with a strange earnestness, said old Roger Chillingworth, smiling at him.

What nature and time could not mend, their friendship supported them through. Until the end of their lives, Kompani Linge members gathered often to share experiences that few others could understand.

Just remember,' a Marine Corps lieutenant colonel told me as he strapped his pistol belt under his arm before we crossed into Kuwait, 'that none of these boys is fighting for home, for the flag, for all that crap the politicians feed the public. They are fighting for each other, just for each other.

They did not submit to the obvious alternative, which was simply to close the eyes and fall. So easy, really. Go limp and tumble to the ground and let the muscles unwind and not speak and not budge until your buddies picked you up and lifted you into the chopper that would roar and dip its nose and carry you off to the world. A mere matter of falling, yet no one ever fell. It was not courage, exactly; the object was not valor. Rather, they were too frightened to be cowards.

I guess we're really brothers, aren't we? Don't know what that means, except it means that some of the same things we remember.

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.

Lee Strunk made a funny ghost sound, a kind of moaning, yet very happy, and right then, when Strunk made that high happy moaning sound, when he went Ahhooooo, right then Ted Lavender was shot in the head on his way back from peeing. He lay with his mouth open. The teeth were broken. There was a swollen black bruise under his left eye. The cheekbone was gone. Oh shit, Rat Kiley said, the guy's dead. The guy's dead, he kept saying, which seemed profound - the guy's dead. I mean really.

The most important lesson that came out of Vietnam for me was that Marines take care of Marines.

You may take the most gallant sailor, the most intrepid airman or the most audacious soldier, put them at a table together - what do you get? The sum of their fears. - Winston Churchill