Quotes About Camaraderie

all those hard-won and cherished animosities fell away for a few hours as they celebrated a rite of endurance and vicarious suffering. You can do it.

Nathan reached out to Hunter, Clasping the former assassin's hand in a firm shake. "I understand now," Nathan said. "I didn't know it would be possible to feel-" The massive warrior only nodded. No need for more words.

Easy there, Smurfette.

I was always driven on the basketball court. I always wanted to win every game I played in, sometimes too much. When you're out on the playground just playing, and you're scraping, fighting, and do whatever you can to win the game. When it's all over with, you're friends, and I'd think, 'Why did I get like that?' That's the way I've always been.

Halfway around the world, Marines were walking into an ambush, in a firefight, or fighting hand-to-hand in a desperate life-and-death struggle. Here we were, laughing and drinking as if none of that was happening, but I knew it was, and I knew what it felt like. I felt ashamed!

The odds were stacked against them, but Derek knew that every last one of his teammates relished this mission. They'd trained together, fought together, lived, breathed, and bled together for six long months of deployment. On this tour alone, they'd racked up more successful tactical operations than anyone cared to count. But it wasn't every day they got the chance to rescue a civilian from the country they'd sworn their lives to protect and defend. At

Louie, looking as battered as his plane, walked to Super Man. He leaned his head into one of the cannon holes and saw the severed right rudder cables, still spliced together as he had left them. He ran his fingers along the tears in Super Man's skin. The plane had saved him and all but one of his crew. He would think of it as a dear friend.

He stowed a bottle of a local rotgut called Five Island Gin—nicknamed Five Ulcer Gin—in radioman Harry Brooks's gas mask holster. When an MP tapped Brooks's hip to check for the mask, the bottle broke and left Brooks with a soggy leg. It was probably for the best. Louie noticed that when he drank the stuff, his chest hair spontaneously fell out. He later discovered that Five Island Gin was often used as paint thinner. After that, he stuck to beer.

Zamperini looked toward his crewmates. They were too weak

Louie killed time by sleeping on Mitchell's navigator table and taking flying lessons from Phil. On some flights, he sprawled behind the cockpit, reading Ellery Queen novels and taxing the nerves of Douglas, who eventually got so annoyed at having to step over Louie's long legs that he attacked him with a fire extinguisher.

Louie made a habit of sitting next to the mountainous shot putter Jack Torrance, who had an inexplicably tiny appetite. When Torrance couldn't finish his entrée, Louie dropped onto the plate like a vulture.

Agent Kip Holbrook was Ruby's in-training dive partner and the two of them spent a whole lot of time winding each other up. 'Redfort, you call that a punch - I coulda sworn I just got patted on the nose by a plankton.' 'Holbrook, you call that a nose - I coulda sworn I just spotted a rare and ugly sea cucumber.' They got along like a house on fire.

In fifty years, we'll be like those old men who spend hours at all-day breakfast diners. We'll have big ears and tufting sprouts of nose hair, and we'll guffaw at everything the other says. Heh-heh-heh, you know it, Roby. Pass the damn ham.

The most self confident aces began to wonder when their turn would come.. Faced by the empty chairs of men you had laughed and joked with at lunch. And, miraculously, you were still there. Until tomorrow..

For sure they didn't share sips from the same cup, give each other cheer-up hugs, or swear to keep real important things secret, which are all things that are done by a real 100 percent for real friend.

Charlie explained to me that an exploding shell is going to spread its shrapnel on an angle upward. You get down and stay down and let it sail over you. Otherwise it cuts you in half right across your chest. When we were kids I looked out for Diggsy,

Ever been the best of friends!

We were equals afterwards, as we had been before; but, afterwards at quiet times when I sat looking at Joe and thinking about him, I had a new sensation of feeling conscious that I was looking up to Joe in my heart.

The society of girls is a very delightful thing, Copperfield. It's not professional, but it's very delightful.

What the two drank together, between Hilary Term and Michaelmas, might have floated a king's ship.

Imagine my not letting him sink, as I was his fag!' said Mr. Tartar.

But I loved Joe—perhaps for no better reason in those early days than because the dear fellow let me love him

I, who have no sisters nor brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends...

You know you're a skydiver when you show up at the drop zone even on the worst-weather days because at least you can sit around drinking beer.