Quotes About Combat

Battle is an orgy of disorder.

We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.

The greatest weapon against the so-called "battle fatigue" is ridicule.

This was not an act of terrorism, but it was an act of war.

I think war is a dangerous place.

Our war on terror begins with al Qaeda, but it does not end there. It will not end until every terrorist group of global reach has been found, stopped and defeated.

It's the four Ds, Corvus. Dress. Discipline. And dealing death.

I said you lie, knave!" shouted Beaumains, drawing his sword. "And for telling such craven falsehoods, you must die!" The knight looked plaintively at Roger. "What's wrong with this fellow?" "He was dropped on his head when he was a baby," answered Roger.

The adversary system is a kind of warfare in mufti.

The art of living is more like that of wrestling than of dancing. The main thing is to stand firm and be ready for an unforeseen attack.

You don't learn to hold your own by standing on guard, but by attacking, and getting well hammered yourself.

I can't concentrate on golf or bowling. Those bowling pins aren't going to hurt me. I can concentrate in the ring because someone is trying to kill me.

They've got us surrounded again, the poor bastards.

He that is not in the war is not out of danger.

Defensive strategy never has produced ultimate victory.

Putting aside all the fancy words and academic doubletalk, the basic reason for having a military is to do two jobs-to kill people and to destroy the works of man.

The first law of war is to preserve ourselves and destroy the enemy.

In combat, life is short, nasty and brutish. The issues of national policy which brought him into war are irrelevant to the combat soldier; he is concerned with his literal life chances.

The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his.

The object of war is to survive it.

Not the glittering weapon fights the fight, but rather the hero's heart.

My squad was my family, my gun was my provider and protector, and my rule was to kill or be killed.

For I am no orator. What would I have said if they had let me go on? That it is worse to beat a man's feet to pulp than to kill him in combat? That it brings shame on everyone when a girl is permitted to flog a man? That spectacles of cruelty corrupt the hearts of the innocent?

How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet? - Hmmm... A poetic gladiator.