Quotes About Soldiers

The Value, or worth of a man, is as of all otther thinks his Price; that is to say, so much as would be given for the use of his Power: and therefore is not absolute; but a thing dependent on the need and judgement of another. An able conductor of Souldiers, is of great Price in time of War present, or imminent; but in Peace not so.

For us, Cambodia was an election amid minor eruptions of political violence from a decrepit Khmer Rouge, just dangerous enough to add an edge to the otherwise bacchanalian proceedings. We thought Somalia would be similarly exultant, but instead we're inserted directly into combat. This is a hot war. It's hard to make peace in a society of nomadic warriors who like to fight, and twenty thousand UN and U.S. soldiers are failing.

Little did the soldiers of the Second Corps know at that time that General Joseph E. Johnston, commander of the formidable Confederate army ahead of them, had been wounded and disabled in the day's action. Temporarily, Maj. Gen. Gustavus W. Smith had assumed command, but within days a new commander would take over the reins of the butternut and gray legions—none other than Gen. Robert E. Lee.53

Morgan laughed. 'Captain Grenville doesn't know the Mary Rose, though at least he's a seaman, unlike some of the captains. Most are knighted gentlemen, you see, to put us in awe.' Like Sir Franklin with the soldiers, I thought

For example, disciplined courageous nonviolent resistance in face of the dictators' brutalities may induce unease, disaffection, unreliability, and in extreme situations even mutiny among the dictators' own soldiers and population.

They did what soldiers always do. They improvised.

More than 80 per cent of all combat during the Second World War took place on the Eastern Front.

Prussians were singularly well prepared in other areas as well. They invented the "dog tag" in 1870: an oval disc worn by every soldier bearing his name, regiment, and place of residence.

To knit army and nation together, they issued each soldier with twelve stamped postcards so that he could write to his loved ones throughout the campaign.

French soldiers literally drank the entire day, beginning with wine (un pauvre larme – "a little teardrop"), progressing to spirits (le café le pousse-café), climaxing with a gut-searing brandy (le tord-boyaux – "the gut-wringer"), and ending with la consolation, a sweet liqueur that the French soldier sipped as he lay in his bunk contemplating the next day's exertions. Far from imbuing the army with an ésprit

major in the 1st Division added. That major always took a large number of shirkers for granted, relying throughout on that "certain number of men who can be depended upon, as a general thing, to begin and end all military operations.

All quiet along the Potomac.

There were so many! Silently, cautiously, people came out on to their doorsteps again. They tried in vain to count the flood of soldiers. Germans were coming from all directions. They filled the squares and streets—more and more of them, endlessly.

There had been no men in the village for so long that even these soldiers, the invaders, seemed in their rightful place. The invaders felt it too; they stretched out in the sunshine. The mothers of prisoners or soldiers killed in the war looked at them and begged God to curse them, but the young women just looked at them.

The surging wave of refugees surrounded the truck, preventing them from moving forward. Sometimes it was impossible for the soldiers to move at all. They would fold their arms and wait until someone let them pass.

The regiment was passing beneath Lucile's windows. The soldiers were singing; they had excellent voices, but the French were bemused by this serious choir whose sad and menacing music sounded more religious than warlike. "That how they pray?" the women asked. The troops were returning from manoeuvres

Dar porÈ›ile de fier din toate g?rile erau deja z?vorâte È™i p?zite de soldaÈ›i. MulÈ›imea se ag??a de bare, le zgâlÈ›âia, apoi se retr?gea în dezordine pe str?zile vecine. Femeile fugeau plângând, cu copiii în braÈ›e. Erau oprite ultimele taxiuri. Li se ofereau dou?, trei mii de franci ca s? p?r?seasc? Parisul. <> Dar È™oferii refuzau, nu mai aveau benzin?.

Back in 1943, Prince Mikasa Takahito, the youngest brother of Emperor Hirohito, spent a year as a staff officer at the Nanking headquarters of the Japanese Imperial Army's expeditionary force in China, where he heard a young officer speak of using Chinese prisoners for live bayonet practice in order to train new recruits. "It helps them acquire guts," the officer told the prince.

Years later experts at the International Military Tribunal of the Far East (IMTFE) estimated that more than 260,000 noncombatants died at the hands of Japanese soldiers at Nanking in late 1937 and early 1938, though some experts have placed the figure at well over 350,000.

There was an army of hundreds of thousands of spirits fighting alongside the blacks, and that was why finally the whites were defeated. Everyone is in agreement about that, even the French soldiers, who felt the spirits' fury. Maître Valmorain, who did not believe in anything he did not understand, and as he understood very little believed in nothing, was also convinced that the dead aided the rebels.

The coup gave them a chance to put into practice what they had learned in their barracks: blind obedience, the use of arms, and other skills that soldiers can master once they silence the scruples of their hearts.

la guerra es la obra de arte de los militares, la culminacion de sus entrenamientos, el broche dorado de su profesion. No estan hechos para brillar en la paz. El Golpe les dio la oportunidad de poner en practica lo que habfan aprendido en los cuarteles, la obediencia ciega, el manejo de las armas y otras artes que los soldados pueden dominar cuando acallan los escrupulos del corazon

Aquí, conmigo, doña Inés Suárez! —exclamó, y cuando me adelanté a los soldados y oficiales para colocar mi caballo junto al suyo, agregó en voz baja—: Nos vamos para Chile, Inés del alma mía…

Los soldados contaban que en los vericuetos de la cordillera existía la afamada Ciudad de los Césares, entera de oro y piedras preciosas, defendida por bellas amazonas, es decir, el mismo mito de El Dorado, pero Pedro de Valdivia, hombre práctico, no perdió tiempo ni gente buscándola.