Quotes About Soldier

The difference between a thug and a soldier, the guy had said, was the moral courage of his cause.

It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.

The might of Rome Roman power was based on a well-disciplined, well-equipped army. A Roman legion was composed of 60 centuries, and each century was made up of 100 men. (After 43 AD, a century was only 80 soldiers.) This statue shows how a soldier dressed. On the march, he carried equipment weighing 194 pounds (probably more than his own weight), including food rations for three days.

There are those who build, those who teach or heal, those who research how to do things better. But I am a soldier. A soldier protects people. A soldier enforces laws. A soldier stands guard over what he believes in, sometimes alone when his only fuel is from his faith in himself. He trusts his judgment that his fellow soldier, his leader, his country and his country's cause is just and fair and deserving of his faith.

a nerd in a soldier's world—now, finally, the world belonged to the nerds. Little Johnny Brice had found his place in this world.

A few Sharps carbines were designed to hold a coffee mill in the butt stock of the gun, so that the soldier could always carry his grinder with him.

I could have become a soldier if I had waited; I knew more about retreating than the man who invented retreating.

Private Perkins is a funny little codger.

We're dying of boredom, Corporal, that's the problem.' [Blend] 'If boredom was fatal there wouldn't be a soldier alive on this whole world, Blend.' [Picker]

It takes a strong person to be a soldier. It takes a stronger person to love a soldier. Support our troops.

Soldier don't act like we is crime and them is order, soldier act like we is enemy and this is war.

Soldier don't act like we is crime and them is order, soldier act like we is enemy and this is war.

I cast my lot in with a soldier, and where he was, was home to me.

Now it was the Germans who had to fall back to new defensive positions. Among the German soldiers who had fought throughout the retreat was Corporal Hitler. On August 4 he was awarded the Iron Cross, First Class, for 'personal bravery and general merit'. This was an unusual decoration for a corporal. Hitler wore it for the rest of his life. The regimental adjutant who recommended him for it, Captain Hugo Guttman, was a Jew.

If I profess with the loudest voice and clearest exposition every portion of the truth of God except precisely that little point which the world and the devil are at the moment attacking, I am not confessing Christ, however boldly I may be professing Christ. Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proved. And to be steady on all the battle fields besides is merely flight and disgrace if he flinches at that point.

I will keep an eye on Diatribe, with her big talk and heroic gestures, to see with what force she will bring down my Achilles, when hitherto she has never managed to hit a common soldier, not even a Thersites, but she has shot her miserable self to pieces with her own weapons.

Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proved.

She fascinated me, her contradictions, her secrets, and the girl that sometimes surfaced from beneath her tough soldier exterior, like when she spotted the wish stalks on the bank. The girl who forgot who I was and pressed a wish stalk to my ankle. In another world, another circumstance, I think we might have been friends. Or more.

I am a soldier in my father's army.

For Walther. For Greta. For all the dreams that were gone. The stealer of dreams would steal no more, even if it meant killing the Komizar myself. My own mother may have betrayed me by suppressing my gift, but she was right about one thing. I am a soldier in my father's army. I glanced up at Kaden riding beside me. Maybe now it was I who would become the assassin.

Where's Priya?" I asked. "She's coming. Unsaddling the horses. She lost the bet." "Bet?" I said. "Who would take down the first soldier." "You had time for bets?" my mother snapped.

Pauline frowned. "But you're not a soldier, Lia. You're his daughter. You had no choice, and that meant I had no choice. No one should be forced to marry someone they don't love." She lay back, gazing up at the stars and wrinkling her nose. "Especially not some old stuffy, puffy prince." We broke into giggles again, and more than the air I breathed, I was thankful for Pauline.

I have no mouth, but my hunger is fed, With glimpse, and touch, and kindness said. I have no eyes, but see a soul, The only one that makes me whole. I swell beneath a soldier's palm, Its touch my breath, my blood, my calm. I am utterly lost, but completely found, Captured, taken … a prisoner bound.

Some fusty fellow, perhaps Samuel Johnson, had once said that every man was sorry if he hadn't been a soldier. She