Quotes About Soldier

I would say that the war correspondent gets more drinks, more girls, better pay, and greater freedom than the soldier, but at this stage of the game, having the freedom to choose his spot and being allowed to be a coward and not be executed for it is his torture.

Curio had made his fortune in the East as a soldier under Sulla, but was rather slow-witted, with a poor memory. As an orator he was known as 'The Fly-Swatter' because of his habit of throwing his arms around when he spoke.

She was a soldier, a warrior in her way as much as I. This could have happened two hundred times these past twenty years. She knew it, and so did I. It was a good day to die.

Being a soldier is about keeping your terror in check.

Comadrin wrote, 'Attack on ground where your enemy believes you will not, from an unexpected direction at an unexpected time. Defend where your enemy believes you are not, and when he believes you will run. Surprise is the key to victory, and speed is the key to surprise. For the soldier, speed is life.

Ride on if you wish, you say. Once, there was a soldier loved a queen from afar, knowing it was hopeless, knowing he could never dare speak. Now the queen is gone, and only a woman remains, and I hope. I burn with hope! If

She's an old soldier's woman, and she has antennae for things that often escape the officer in the field.

Inside every soldier is a hero. It is the leader's job to bring out that hero that lives in each of us.

Well, Jem was to be a soldier and see a greater battle than had ever been fought in the world; but that was as yet far in the future; and the mother, whose first-born son he was, was wont to look on her boys and thank God that the brave days of old, which Jem longed for, were gone for ever, and that never would it be necessary for the sons of Canada to ride forth to battle for the ashes of their fathers and the temples of their gods.

Well, Jem was to be a soldier and see a greater battle than had ever been fought in the world; but that was as yet far in the future; and the mother, whose first-born son he was, was wont to look on her boys and thank God that the brave days of old

Oh, I wish we had the old days back again, exclaimed Jem. I'd love to be a soldier—a great, triumphant general. I'd give EVERYTHING to see a big battle. Well

triumphant general. I'd give EVERYTHING to see a big battle. Well, Jem was to be a soldier and see a greater battle

Shaw mi squadrò da capo a piedi. "Davvero sei tanto brava a uccidere?" "Cerco di essere un bravo sbirro, cerco di essere un bravo soldatino e di obbedire agli ordini, fino a un certo punto. Alla fine però non sono un vero sbirro né un vero soldato. Sono un'assassina legalmente autorizzata. Sono la Sterminatrice.

The police feared riot and disorder so much, it was ordered that any person caught looting would be shot on sight--with no suggestion as to how the soldier or policeman might tell if the person in his sights was a looter or a rightful home-owner. (Locked Rooms, chapter 8.)

Honor to the soldier and sailor everywhere, who bravely bears his country's cause. Honor, also, to the citizen who cares for his brother in the field and serves, as he best can, the same cause.

Michael Herr, the most brilliant reporter of the Vietnam War, captures the same frenzy in the voice of one American soldier he met: "We'd rip out the hedges and burn the hooches and blow all the wells and kill every chicken, pig and cow in the whole fucking ville. I mean, if we can't shoot these people, what the fuck are we doing here?" When

I am making this statement as an act of willful defiance of military authority, because I believe that the War is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it. I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this War, upon which I entered as a War of defence, has now become a War of aggression and conquest. The letter writer, Second Lieutenant Siegfried Sassoon, had just published a much-praised book of war poems.

There's the man with his cart who sold me rolls sprinkled with thyme and sesame every morning and then saluted me like a soldier.

Yet there is no acceptance to be found in my heart. This death is unfair. Ignoble, and not justifiable by any measure of rationale. No battle is worth this. No ideals, no political cause, and no bounty. Being here is a mistake. Dying is a mistake. Twenty-two years has not been enough. "--Luke, a Civil War soldier

To make peace is not a passive endeavor, but rather an activist mindset that works toward the end of conflict. In our world, it is not the soldier but the activist who calls for peace.

My whole career has been fulfilling my childhood fantasies, playing characters that are larger than life, getting to play a knight, an elf, a prince, and a soldier.

It's better to fade away like an old soldier than to burn out.

For a great many years, as a soldier, I had a suspicion that war was a racket; not until I retired to civil life did I fully realize it.

And it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had perhaps concealed from his friends.