Quotes About Combat

all firing at the Victory in unison. Their purpose was to dismast the British flagship

as were the chaloupes canonnières,

French officer declared that this shot alone had killed or disabled nearly forty men.

Out on his flank, a soldier whipped up his crossbow, cocked it with a jerk on a leather thong, took aim and let fly. The iron-tipped arrow whistled through the air and found its mark, straight between the shoulder blades of the retreating spy. The man dropped like a stone. A short scream became a cough, and the cough a torrent of blood on the sand.

I am at war - at war with the ants

Don't let anyone but a soldier tell you how to fight a war.

Rule number one in Spec Psyops: look like a winner all the time, Sergeant. Unless you need to look like a loser so you can surprise-punch your enemy right in the BALLS!

I'm just a Samurai with a gun. Like

As our good friend Ron Geesin was fond of announcing, 'The next dance will be a fight.

A stray round blasted into her right wing

It would be so easy-my right hand on his right wrist, pull and step, left arm across his throat, whirl and spread my arms, like a dance, and he would drop spine-down over my thigh, snap: less than three seconds, start to finish-but a broken boy would help nothing.

They would write songs of what followed: the horses dancing; the spears flickering like swords, faster than the eye could see; Llanza's perfect seat; Peretur's grace, lithe as a cat; the sweat running down their mounts' flanks. The crack of Llanza's spear as it split.

She could not move fast against the weight of water, not against a mounted man, so she did the only thing she could and hurled the boar spear across the horse's path, straight into the bank.

That day, I really believed that I had grasped something and that henceforth my life would be changed. But insights cannot be held for ever. Like water, the world ripples across you and for a while you take on its colours. Then it recedes, and leaves you face to face with the void you carry inside yourself, confronting that central inadequacy of soul which you must learn to rub shoulders with and to combat, and which, paradoxically, may be our surest impetus.

American artillery was now taking its toll on Rommel's Panzers.

They sat it "Rains Blood" at scenes of battle... you truly...make blood rain

Our squadron commander said, 'You've got to shoot down four enemy planes before you're shot down yourself because that's what the odds are. Otherwise you're wasting your time.

A professional soldier understands that war means killing people, war means maiming people, war means families left without fathers and mothers.

I hate war. Absolutely, I hate war.

the only means by which field-grade officers can expect a promotion is combat.

I would not engage the wombat In any form of mortal combat.

I think as a rifle platoon and company commander your view is about 1 000 meters in front of you and you hope you can cover that ground and not have to back up and give it up again.

I've been to war, and it's not easy to kill. It's bloody and messy and totally horrifying, and the consequences are serious.

I do, I kick major butt in 'Dredd.' I get to kill people. I break a guy's neck by roundhouse kicking him in the face. It was me, I did it. I learned how to roundhouse kick. I also do it with my hands cuffed behind my back so it's pretty cool I have to say. Yeah, leather body suit, blonde hair, the whole thing.