Quotes About Courage

I was ever a fighter, so---one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and forbore, and bade me creep past.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph.

There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met To view the last of me, a living frame For one more picture! In a sheet of flame I saw them and I knew them all. And yet Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, And blew. 'Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.

The power of the night, the press of the storm, the post of the foe; where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, yet, the strong man must go.

Hold On. Hope Hard.

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!

Who hath desires must ever fearful be; Who lives in fear cannot be counted free.

During the assault on Fallujah, Marine commanders intercepted an enemy radio conversation and heard an insurgent say, "We are fighting, but the Marines keep coming. We are shooting, but the Marines won't stop.

He closed with a partial verse from "Sir Andrew Barton," one of the ballads in Percy's Reliques, published in 1765. Barton had been wounded in battle. "Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes, "A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine; He but lye downe and bleede awhile, And then He rise and fight againe.

Their history was in their eyes, and their sacrifices in their scars.

Even in peacetime, a military man is deployed for long periods, leaving his spouse to take care of the children and their schooling, to pay the bills, to make sure the lawn is mowed and the oil in the car is changed, and to handle dozens of other tasks usually done by him. During wartime, always hanging over the military wife is the fear that her husband may be wounded or killed in combat.

It was also he who said of Day, "He is, by nature, incapable of allowing injustice to go unchallenged.

It doesn't matter if, like the Doolittle Raiders, the time comes when the Mistys can be counted on one hand. When only one Misty is left, that man will have his own reunion, and he will hoist a glass to his brothers who flew up north and who were in the shit on every mission. He will drink to those who never came back.

That frail and stooped old man is Bud Day. That is Misty 1.

When America goes to war, finding troops with brave hearts is not a problem. The problem is finding the right men to lead them.

So when a Vietnam-era fighter pilot says he flew up north, that means he ripped off the front gate of hell and flew into the deadliest air-defense system ever devised.

Every leader who wants to make significant change needs a "resident son of a bitch" who can make hard decisions without regard to rank or personality.

Do I dare disturb the universe? Yes I do, I do. I think.

Pluck my heart From my flesh And eat it.....

Nothing glamorous like the write-ups in the papers or the newsreels. We weren't heroes. We were only there...

Nothing glamorous like the write-ups in the papers or the newsreels. We weren't heroes. We were only there... Closing his eyes, he then slumps against the wall, as if the words he has spoken has used up all his energy.

I'm a big brown mouse, I go marching through the house, and I'm not afraid of anything! I

There is great audacity in the willingness to change, more than a little optimism, and a serious dose of courage. It