Quotes About Combat

Jack had taught him this along with so much else. How to find peace. How to embody stillness. How to punch an eskrima dagger between the fourth and fifth ribs, angling up at the heart.

Even worse, however, was that the soldiers hardly knew whom they were fighting, and not only because distinguishing resistance fighters from the native civilians was next to impossible.

Just watch me. Do what I do. These guys will tell you that I am a monster, but I'm the only grunt in this squad that doesn't have his head up his ass. In this world of shit, monsters live forever and everybody else dies. If you kill for fun, you're a sadist. If you kill for money, you're a mercenary. If you kill for both, you're a Marine.

When one hears about acts of extraordinary bravery in combat, it is usually a sign that the battle has not been going terribly well. For when wars unfold according to plan and one's own side is winning, acts of exceptional individual heroism are rarely called for. Bravery is required mostly by the desperate side.

Every martial art, from T'ai Chi Chuan to the nuclear deterrent, is based on a doctrine—an idea of how combat works.

As a general rule, like counters like. So you can try counterattacking with roverso fendente against roverso fendente, and so forth.

It is of course also possible that the attacker is deliberately feinting to draw the parry to bind it, and will strike on the same side if he manages to open the line, or on the other side if not. Feints

The rules of feinting are pretty simple: you must create a credible threat. As your opponent responds, your strike should take less time than his second parry. Your end position should also close the line of his riposte. He may not notice that his parry has failed, and may hit you as you hit him. That he has made a mistake doesn't make his blow any less effective. In

when entering into measure to strike, there should be a clear threat made.

No one ever throws a perfect blow in the exact line it is supposed to be in—but by having a set of lines with which to classify blows, we can improve our own efforts, and respond more effectively to our opponent's. Fencing principles help us draw general conclusions from a basically chaotic situation.

It did not last long. It is only in the movies that knife fighters stab and miss and slash and miss and tussle over several city blocks.

I hit him so hard spittle and blood flew from his mouth onto a woman's blouse four feet away. I drove my fist into his kidney, a blow that made his back arch as though his spine had been broken, then I hooked him with a left below the eye and drove a right cross into his jaw that knocked him across a folding table.

Time and again the two Jedi Knights attempted to alter their style, but Vader had an answer for every lunge, parry, and riposte. His style borrowed elements from all techniques of combat, even from the highest, most dangerous levels, and his moves were crisp and unpredictable. In addition, his remarkable foresight allowed him to anticipate Forte's and Kulka's strategies and maneuvers, his blade always one step ahead of theirs, notwithstanding the two-handed grip he employed.

Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets.

War presents itself as necessary for self-protection, when in fact it is necessary for self-identification.

The next morning-at least, I assumed it was morning, since we were all waking up- I felt like one of those twelve dancing princesses, who danced all night, wore holes in their shoes, and had to sleep it off the next day. Except, oh yeah: a)I'm not a princess; b)sleeping in a subway tunnel and having another brain attack aren't that much like dancing all night; and c) my combat boots were still in good shape. Other than that, it was exactly the same.

Never fight fair-- that's not how you win. Use every dirty trick you can, Expect pain. Expect to get hurt. If you're surprised by the pain, you just lost.

Never fight fair, that's not how you win. Expect pain, expect to get hurt. And if you're surprised by the pain, you just lost.

But once you've learned the nasty, street-fighting, no-holds-barred art of Max Kwon Do, you never really forget

shoulders to the mat, and hold him there for a count of three!

You don't want to be anywhere near one of our battles. I don't even want to be near our battles. Unfortunately, the evil idiots usually don't give me a choice. —

the numbers of service members we've lost to suicide is far greater than the number of service members killed by the enemy.

as he got up one last time. "Target acquired," the Soldier murmured to himself, exhaling

I hit people for a living, son.