Quotes About Soldiers

If you can read the book and say, 'Space Marines, YEEEAAAHHH!' That's Military Science Fiction." (Brigham Young writing lecture, March 2012)

We are working for a revolution. If we do not start it by improving the life of the soldiers, all slogans of reforming and improving society are but empty words.

Britain sent more soldiers to the West Indian campaign than it did to suppress the North American rebels two decades earlier, and the war cost far more lives.

As with many episodes from this war, it is hard for us to see the attack on September 26, 1915, as anything other than a blatant, needless massacre initiated by generals with a near-criminal disregard for the conditions their men faced.

From windows we hear grieving mothers and snow begins to fall on us, like ash Black on edges of flames, it cannot extinguish the neighborhoods, the homes set ablaze by midnight soldiers

Des soldats, des enfants-soldats se sont joints à eux. Tout ce monde s'est réuni, s'est mis en cercle, et ça a organisé un concert de pleurs. Tout ce monde s'est mis à pleurer. Un groupe de bandits de grand chemin, de criminels de la pire espèce, pleurer comme ça. Il fallat voir ça, ça valait le détour.

Yorktown, where friendly French soldiers and sailors had outnumbered American ground troops more than two to one.

This time she was sure she managed a grin. 'I can't figure you, Hicks. Soldiers aren't supposed to be optimists.' 'Yeah, I know. You're not the first to point it out. I'm a freakin' anomaly.

The two stormtroopers might not have been tactically sophisticated, but they had been good shots.

Do you want to see my dolls?" Alice asked. "I have princess dolls and soldier dolls. Today, the princess dolls rescued the soldier dolls from the evil dragon.

After ten months of infantry training, I realized my survival would depend on the men around me. Airborne troopers looked like I had always pictured a group of soldiers: hard, lean, bronzed, and tough. When they walked down the street, they appeared to be a proud and cocky bunch exhibiting a tolerant scorn for anyone who was not airborne.

British antiaircraft units stationed at the field, and that was the first time I'd ever seen any real emotion from a limey. They actually had tears in their eyes. You could see that they felt like hell standing there watching us go into battle even though

My dad and grandpa were in the army and as a country singer you're constantly playing at military bases all across the country and meeting soldiers and their families and hearing their stories.

All we can do is to live in assurance and faith – you out there with the soldiers, and I in my cell.

All we can do is to live in assurance and faith – you out there with the soldiers, and I in my cell. – I've just come across this in the Imitation of Christ: Custodi diligenter cellam tuam, et custodiet te ('Take good care of your cell, and it will take care of you'). – May God keep us in faith.

Papa says. "Our Stars of David glowed in the spotlight! He immediately ordered his soldiers to avoid bombing that area. Then he flew down to rescue us! The Russians are stationed not far away in Lodz so they ran for their horses and rode in to find us!" Amazing!

On the third morning of the riots Burdett saw a constable, balanced on a ladder, peering through his library windows, and heard soldiers break in downstairs: he was arrested reading the Magna Carta to his son, an aptly dramatic scene. He was then taken to the Tower in a coach guarded by six hundred cavalrymen wielding sabres.

Maybe you can see from this that I am quite familiar with being in detention. Matter of fact, I feel like I have always been in detention. I am an old veteran of detention, like one of Napoleon's soldiers limping back from the battle of Moscow. No, not like them--they were chumps. More like--one of the girls who died in the Triangle Fire looking out the window and realizing it is too far to jump, then jumping.

Aye. There's time enough between battles to knit a dozen scarves and a hundred stockings, as well I know." He gave a little bark of laughter. "I thought soldiers spent their idle time dicing and wenching." She gave a surprisingly girlish giggle.

Kat and Kropp get in an argument over the war as they rest from an hour's worth of drill (occasioned by Tjaden's not saluting a major properly). Kat believes the war would be over if leaders gave all the participants "the same grub and the same pay," as he says in a rhyme. Kropp believes the leaders of each country should fight each other in an arena to settle the war; the "wrong" people currently do the fighting.

I dislike his talk; it goes against my grain to hear him speak so contemptuously of cobblers. They made as good soldiers as the finer folk, anyway. Adolf Bethke was a cobbler, for that matter,--and he knew a sight more about war than a good many majors. It was the man that counted with us, not his occupation.

We had fancied our task would be different, only to find we were to be trained for heroism as though we were circus-ponies. But we soon accustomed ourselves to it. We learned in fact that some of these things were necessary, but the rest merely show. Soldiers have a fine nose for such distinctions.

My feet begin to move forward in my boots, I go quicker, I run. Soldiers pass by me, I hear their voices without understanding. The earth is streaming with forces which pour into me through the soles of my feet. The night crackles electrically, the front thunders like a concert of drums. My limbs move supplely, I feel my joints strong, I breathe the air deeply. The night lives, I live. I feel a hunger, greater than comes from the belly alone.

I glance at my boots. They are big and clumsy, the breeches are tucked into them, and standing up one looks well-built and powerful in these great drainpipes. But when we go bathing and strip, suddenly we have slender legs again and slight shoulders. We are no longer soldiers but little more than boys; no one would believe that we could carry packs.