Quotes About Camaraderie

You're an idiot-but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

That's only a little thing . . . but . . . that's the kind of guys I had. They didn't die; they killed themselves for each other. I mean that exactly; a little more selfish and they'd've been here today. And I got an idea—watching them go down. Everything was being destroyed, see, but it seemed to me that one new thing was made. A kind of . . . responsibility. Man for man.

where they had control--their skills, for example--these doctors sought betterment. They understood themselves to be part of a larger world of medical knowledge and accomplishment. Moreover, they believed they could measure up in it...partly...a function of...camaraderie as a group.

Then, we all laughed because we knew we could get in trouble for swearing, but the strength of our numbers would prevent any retribution.

I always wanted to be on a sports team like that. I'm not sure why, but I always thought it would be fun to have "glory days".

Daddy, were you a hero? And he answered, No, but I served with heroes.

you liked him so much you just hated to let him down." He was, and is, all but worshiped by the men of E Company.

That extra special, elite, close feeling started under the stress Capt. Sobel created at Camp Toccoa. Under that stress, the only way the men could survive was to bond together. Eventually, the noncoms had to bond together in a mutiny.

All this was part of the initiation rites common to all armies. So was learning to drink. Beer, almost exclusively, at the post PX, there being no nearby towns. Lots of beer. They sang soldiers' songs. Toward

There is not a day that has passed since that I do not thank Adolf Hitler for allowing me to be associated with the most talented and inspiring group of men that I have ever known." Every member of Easy interviewed by this author for this book said something similar.

That's the bravest thing, I think: not to be brave for yourself but for a buddy when it gets you nothing and costs you everything.

If you did 'Nam, brother, no payment at all. You already paid up in full." —

Friends. They aren't any such thing as good friend or bad friend. Maybe there are just friend. People who stand by you when you're hurt and who helped you feel not so lonely. Maybe there are worth being scared for and hoping for and living for. Maybe worth dying for too. If that what has to be. No bad friends. Only people you want. Need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

The two dark faces, In front of red sky, beside the water bodies, under the shadow, upon the way ! makes the world to feel that we are not failures ! we are brothers

Warriors respect each other. They give dignity to each other either in a win or in a defeat.

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

I didn't fall in love with it just because it was me playing. I fell in love with it because I've got guys like this – like these guys every single day that push me to be the best that I can be.

This business I'm in is different. It's special. The people around me feel like brothers and sisters. We hardly know each other, but we're that close; somehow there's been an immediate bonding between total strangers. We share each other's triumphs, and when one of us gets hurt, we all bleed - it's corny, I know, but it's true. I've never experienced anything like this before. It's great. It turns up the heat in life.

They exchanged a look, then slapped each other on the shoulder, in the way near-silent men have of conveying emotion...

I played sports in high school and in college.

SITUATIONAL INTIMACY: Intimacy generated by a shared situation rather than a romantic or familial relationship, as when random train or airliner seatmates share their innermost secrets.

soldiers don't risk their lives for their country or for the army; they do so for their buddies in the same squad or platoon.

This is cozy," George said. "Nice cologne, Kipps. I'm being genuine there." "Thanks.

he had discovered some astonishing things. It was possible for Vere Ashleigh to find friendship with the type of man he had formerly disliked; it was possible to earn the respect and camaraderie of such men by being himself. An imposter they would not tolerate; a producer of life-like pen-portraits they had taken to their hearts.