Quotes About Sergeant

And you look bloody young to be a sergeant." "I was born late, sir," Sharpe said. He

Sharpe wanted to be ready and so he untied the rag from his musket's lock and stuffed it into the pocket where he kept the ring Mary had given him. The ring, a plain band of worn silver, had belonged to Sergeant Bickerstaff, Mary's husband, but the Sergeant was dead now and Green had taken Bickerstaff's sergeant's stripes and Sharpe his bed.

Always ask any questions that are to be asked and never answer any. Turn everything you hear to your own advantage. Always carry a repair outfit. Take left turns as much as possible. Never apply your front brake first. 'If you follow them', said the Sergeant, 'you will save your soul and never get a fall on a slippery road.

and Phillips, go to Staff Sergeant Pole, have him assign you to platoons." "Platoons, Gunnery Sergeant?" "Got extra food stored in your ears, Phillips?

down outside." Bourne wasn't alone for long in the hut; he was putting away his mess-tin and knife when Sergeant Tozer came in and noted the

The old sergeant from headquarters treats me like a son and takes the greatest pride in whatever I do or write. He regularly assigns me now to certain doors, and I always obey orders like the little gentleman that I am.

private investigator. Which he actually was. So the turtle-eyed sergeant ignored him.

Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant? Nossir. Just a warning shot inna head, sir.

I don't want unnecessary violence, sergeant, said Blouse. Right you are, sir! said the sergeant. Carborundum! First man comes through that door runnin', I want him nailed to the wall! He caught the lieutenant's eye, and added: But not too hard!

Sergeant Colon of the Ankh-Morpork City Guard was on duty. He was guarding the Brass Bridge, the main link between Ankh and Morpork. From theft. When it came to crime prevention, Sergeant Colon found it safest to think big.

Shut up sergeant. You're a free troll. That's an order Sam Vimes

The captain glared at him. The sergeant put on the poker face that has been handed down from NCO to NCO ever since one protoamphibian told another, lower-ranking protoamphibian to muster a squad of newts and Take That Beach.

You're an interesting man, sergeant. You make enemies like a craftsman.

An old sergeant said, if you want to get to France in a hurry, then join the ambulance service, the French are big for ambulance service.

Sergeant, Kindly has probably not lain with a woman since the night of his coming of age, and that time was probably with a whore his father or uncle bought for the occasion. Women can tell these things. The man's repressed, in all the worst ways.' 'Oh, and what are the good ways of being repressed?' 'For a man? Well, decorum for one, as in not taking advantage of your rank. Listen closely now, if you dare. All real acts of chivalry are forms of repressed behavior.

The sergeant had been leaning, arms crossed, against one of the marble pillars encircling the fountain, but at seeing the tall dragon-masked figure he came near to toppling into the fountain behind him.

He swung a hard, challenging gaze to the sergeant.

Found the rum, did you?' Lutes said from behind her, 'She's poisoning her liver.' 'My liver's fine, soldier. Just needs a squeezing out.' 'Squeezing out?' She turned round and glared at the squad healer. 'I seen livers before, Cutter. Big sponges full of blood. Tumbles out when you cut someone open.' 'Sounds more like a lung, Sergeant. The liver's this flat thing, muddy brown or purple—

Blah, blah, blah, regret to inform you that DI Gray has tendered his resignation; blah, blah, blah; opportunity to reward performance; blah, blah, blah; suggestions by next Wednesday. McPherson had scribbled, "BEATTIE?" in the margin in red biro. Idiot. Logan stuck the memo back in the drawer. Detective Sergeant Beattie couldn't arrest his own backside with three patrol cars and a search warrant.

Sergeant Bergdahl may have broken any number of military laws.

Naohiro stared at Kaga, shaking his head. "One last question. What's your rank?" "Sergeant." "Well, they should promote you to lieutenant," declared Naohiro, and headed for the door.

The classic war movies of the post-Vietnam era have generally taken on grand, philosophical themes: the meaninglessness of war, the grinding down of man by the machine - the machine being war itself, represented by someone like Gunnery Sergeant Hartman in 'Full Metal Jacket,' the sadistic marine who turns his boys into instruments of death.

Every so often you might have an outburst in the gallery. That's one of the most exciting things that happen because then you can say, 'Unless there's order we will call the Sergeant at Arms.' And that sounds really scary.

Sergeant Louis Loiselle was the nearest. Short and dark-haired, he was a former member of French parachute forces and had been detailed to DGSE some years before. Loiselle was vanilla, a utility infielder, good in everything but a nonspecialist specialist—like all of the men, a weapons expert, and, his file said, a brilliant marksman with pistol and rifle. He had an easy, relaxed smile with a good deal of confidence behind it.