Quotes About Comradeship

Bein friends is like being soldiers in the army. You live together, you fight together; you die together.

O it's Tommy this, and Tommy that, and Tommy 'ow's your soul/But it's thin red line of heroes when the drums begin to roll.

The Fore and Aft had enjoyed unbroken peace for five days, and were beginning, in spite of dysentery, to recover their nerve. But they were not happy, for they did not know the work in hand, and had they known, would not have known how to do it. Throughout those five days in which old soldiers might have taught them the craft of the game, they discussed together their misadventures in the past — how such an one was alive at dawn and dead ere the dusk

me and Rebecca

I had a hell of a time getting here, brother," I revealed when we had finished trading insincerities.

Play for the guy standing next to you.

D'Artagnan is right," said Athos. "Behold our three leaves of absence, which come from M. de Treville; and here are three hundred pistoles, which come from I know not where. Let us go and be killed where we are told to go. Is life worth so many questions? D'Artagnan, I am ready to follow you.

Go to the devil with your Latin. Let us drink, my dear d'Artagnan, MORBLEU! Let us drink while the wine is fresh! Let

Décidément, je n'en puis pas revenir ; mais au moins, si je suis tué, je serai tué par un mousquetaire.

replied d'Artagnan

Yarvi soon learned only to sip the results, since unwrapping to piss in that cold was an act of heroism that earned grunted congratulations from the others, all the more heartfelt since everyone knew sooner or later they would have to present their own nethers to the searing wind.

She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.

was not natural that men of different characters and tastes should be intimate, and

There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.

It was Raffles I loved. It was not the dark life we led together, still less its base rewards; it was the man himself, his gayety, his humor, his dazzling audacity, his incomparable courage and resource. And a very horror of turning to him again in mere need of greed set the seal on my first angry resolution. But the anger was soon gone out of me, and when at length Raffles bridged the gap by coming to me, I rose to greet him almost with a shout.

He looked at me with a sly grin and said, "Kugler, Kugler—it's just a war. Throw your shit together in the A.M. We'll go get 'em. It'll be fun. You'll see." I didn't know what to make of him.

Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.

Whatever you say, old boy. Just look after yourself. And whatever you do, don't swallow the gum!

We always knew that we could write what it's like to be men together, bickering, but also having this fondness.

My war buddies, some were Americans, but some were Afghans. These were the guys that I fought alongside. We bled alongside each other; we mourned together. When I came home, these weren't people I could keep up with on Facebook.

We wanted to create a show that put our friendship on display.

It's so great to be able to express the friendship between men.

The first meaningful friendship moment we had was when Ant sent me a Fred Flintstone Christmas card and it said, 'To Dec from Ant, have a yabba dabba do Christmas.'

You see more friendships in the league. It's not like in the '80s when you had enemies, or you couldn't stand this guy, and there were fights all the time.