Quotes About Comradeship

After a victory there are no enemies, only men.'2

Nearby Vanniv grinned and opened his arms as well. Not toward anyone in particular. Patrick, always a good sport, rose from his chair and gave Vanniv a hug. Vanniv seemed briefly startled, then grinned and pulled Patrick in closer, like they'd been long-lost brothers.

Whatever position I occupied, it was the result of colleagues - of my comrades in the movement - who had decided in their wisdom to use me for the purpose of focusing the attention of the country and the international community on me.

We all like each other. I know people ask us that, and I hate to disappoint them, but we get along great and we enjoy playing with one another, and what can I say? I'm as surprised as anyone else.

Nor was my squad troubled by racial or religious bigotry. We had no "inner conflict," as the phrase goes. These things happen most often in the imagination of men who never fought. Only rear echelons with plenty of fat on them can afford such rich diseases, like an epicure with his gout.

We piled into the back of his big red Sun-Times truck: Robertson, McHugh, a bagpipe player, assorted other regulars, and Good Sydney Harris. Good Sydney Harris was a Spanish Civil War veteran, not to be confused with the Bad Sydney Harris, the Daily News columnist. Good Sydney had fallen into conversation with a dominatrix named Jake, who joined us.

Could the fractious tendencies engendered by years of fighting be channeled in constructive directions? The Revolution had unified sharply disparate groups. Without the bonds of wartime comradeship, would the divisive pulls of class, region, and ideology tear the new country apart?

In the late spring of 1777, Hamilton began the most intimate friendship of his life, with an elegant, blue-eyed young officer named John Laurens, who formally joined Washington's family in October.

Men often compete with one another until the day they die. Comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor.

The things I learned from the army - and I think it was a lesson for life - was how to work in unison with other people. How to take responsibility.

Garfield took Odie's paw. "Old pal, if anything happens to us, there's one thing you should know." "It's going to happen to you first.

That's one of the things about the Depression. There was more camaraderie than there is now. Even more comradeship than the Commies could even dream about. That was one of the feelings that America lost. People had different ideas, they disagreed with one another. But there was a fine feeling among them. You were in trouble...damn it, if they could help ya, they would help ya.

The smell of it. The feel of it." He rubbed one hand up and down the stained sheath of his sword, making a faint swishing sound. "War is honest. There's no lying to it. You don't have to say sorry here. Don't have to hide. You cannot. If you die? So what? You die among friends. Among worthy foes. You die looking the Great Leveller in the eye. If you live? Well, lad that's living, isn't it? A man isn't truly alive until he's facing death." Whirrun stamped his foot into the sod. "I love war!

Facing an enemy on the battlefield took courage, but you had your friends beside you. Standing alone against your friends, that was a different kind of courage.

An army environment is very protected, a walled city kind of environment, where everybody has the same income, you have the same birthday parties, you are given return gifts - everything is the same. Everybody is moving up at the same pace.

I am so proud of what I've achieved personally, but without the lads around me, nothing would have been possible.

For me, it's hard to separate being a fan from the feelings you have for some of your team-mates.

I don't really look at myself as an inspiration, more as a fellow player.

I've always wanted to do a female buddy film, the kind the guys get to do.

My wife was as much of a soldier as I was.

I'm not afraid of terrorism at all. I'm afraid of loss of our freedom, loss of mobility, loss of global comradeship.

where Halder and Hans usually arrived first and had something to eat, perhaps sausage with a bit of sauerkraut.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together. I

Yes, Father, I have played so many parts that I shall not fail now but enjoy the masquerade, since I have a partner in it