Quotes About Combat

these are the problems of the modern U.S. combat soldier, the constant worry about overstepping the mark and an American media that delights in trying to knock us down. Which we have done nothing to deserve. Except, perhaps, love our country and everything it stands for.

There is no other way to beat a terrorist. You must fight like him, or he will surely kill you.

But these are the problems of the modern U.S. combat soldier, the constant worry about overstepping the mark and an American media that delights in trying to knock us down. Which we have done nothing to deserve. Except, perhaps, love our country and everything it stands for.

The truth is, any government that thinks war is somehow fair and subject to rules like a baseball game probably should not get into one.

We train for war and fight to win. I stand ready to bring the full spectrum of combat power to bear in order to achieve my mission and the goals established by my country. The execution of my duties will be swift and violent when required, yet guided by the very principles I serve to defend.

Someone described us as the shadow warriors.

I had eight magazines of 5.56mm bullets and ChemLights. As team lead, I carried flares, an extra radio, and an extra antenna stuffed in a cargo pocket. I had a computer and a medical pack containing QuikClot, bandages, needles, and tourniquets. I had water and food, too. I weighed about 250 pounds without my gear, and more than 325 with it. With every step I took, I could feel my spine compressing like a shock absorber.

Axe was holding the tribesmen off, leaning calmly on a rock, firing up the hill, the very picture of an elite warrior in combat. No panic, rock steady, firing accurately, conserving his ammunition, missing nothing.

we believe there are very few of the world's problems we could not solve with high explosive or a well-aimed bullet.

The cruise missiles had softened up the area, but that was only the start. The real heavyweight punch from the world's only superpower would come in the form of a gigantic bomb — the BLU-82B/C-130, known as Commando Vault in Vietnam and now nicknamed Daisy Cutter.

Cooper was halfway out of his chair with realizing he'd moved, his body on full combat alert. His mind spinning

He took out the sidearm. Thumbed the magazine release. A full load, hollow-points. Body armor would stop them, but if they hit flesh, they'd shred on impact, tiny razors spinning inside fragile tissue. Two spare magazines, though why he would need that many rounds he couldn't imagine.

What the hell is he? Ace dodged another swing and countered by kicking his opponent in the chest hard enough that he snapped a rib bone. The rogue didn't flinch. Studying the male, Ace had no idea what to make of him. Derrick, one of his team members, was African American. When changed, his skin took on a darker brown than his original shade. Ace had Native American ancestry, and when changed, looked more copper than brown. This creature… What the hell turned black? -Ace's thoughts

Spaghetti is no food for fighters.

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

I believe martial arts is always evolving and mixed martials arts is the top of the food chain.

If mere mechanical efficiency can make everyone a martial artist, then all is well. Unfortunately, combat, like freedom, is something that can not be preconceived.

They have called Operation Iraqi Freedom a war of choice that isn't part of the real war on terror. Someone should tell that to al Qaeda.

My business is hurting people.

Whenever in future wars the battle is fought, armored troops will play the decisive role.

If your attack is going too well, youre walking into an ambush.

Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons.

It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed.

If the enemy is in range, so are you.