Quotes About Comrades

Everyone may be called comrade, but some comrades have the power of life and death over other comrades.

You must have had friends. Didn't you have friends in the army?" He drew a long, slow breath. Just generally he told himself. That was all she was asking. " In the army, you've damned if you do and damned if you don't. You want somebody you can trust at your back, but you get to close... They get blown away, and you're blown away with them.

Lon had lost another West Point friend and comrade-in-arms. The war seemed far from resolution, and the humiliations of the most recent battle made the deaths of the noble Dimick and Kirby difficult to accept.

Quickly, the dragon came at him, encouraged As Beowulf fell back; its breath flared, And he suffered, wrapped around in swirling Flames -- a king, before, but now A beaten warrior. None of his comrades Came to him, helped him, his brave and noble Followers; they ran for their lives, fled Deep in a wood. And only one of them Remained, stood there, miserable, remembering, As a good man must, what kinship should mean.

The finest lesson I've learned with age is that all I need is a small team of comrades who inspire me, try not to judge me, and remind me when I'm judging myself.

Of all my accomplishments I may have achieved during the war, I am proudest of the fact that I never lost a wingman.

As a soldier, I survived World War I when most of my comrades did not.

In the first day of the Soviet Army's arrival, I and the other comrades were isolated and then found ourselves here, not knowing anything... I can only conjecture what could have happened.

and friendly fire would hurt just as bad as enemy fire.

Despite his brilliance, he missed a basic secondary education, for lack of scholarship funds. He believed that the rejection was due to Napoleon's hatred for his father: "this hatred extended even to me, for in spite of the attempts made on my behalf by my father's old comrades, I could never gain entrance to any military school or civilian college.

Among thousands of comrades and ten thousand enemies, only you... only you made me forget my dream

It is a proud privilege to be a soldier – a good soldier … [with] discipline, self-respect, pride in his unit and his country, a high sense of duty and obligation to comrades and to his superiors, and a self confidence born of demonstrated ability.

To be a good soldier a man must have discipline, self-respect, pride in his unit and in his country, a high sense of duty and obligation to his comrades and to his superiors, and self-confidence bom of demonstrated ability.

He did something he rarely did. He touched her. Just a pat of his hand over the back of hers. But it was, Eve realized, a kind of intimacy. An affectionate contact between comrades, and more personal than any act the victim had ever exchanged with a client.

Isaac Rothe, Matthias

I got to travel around Anbar Province, had a great group of Marines who worked for me who traveled around Anbar Province. I got to hang out with a lot of different types of Marines and soldiers and sailors.

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about the paratroopers I served with who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedoms.

Sir! Men who desert their comrades in war deserve to be shot! And Officers who intrude for them deserve to be hung!

I will never joke about old soldiers who try to get to reunions to talk over the war again. To talk of old times with old friends is the greatest thing in the world.

War buddies don't exist in the meeting room. It's a battle between a lot of different officers. Some continue fighting when they don't realize that they have been shot.

One day my grandson said to me, grandpa were you a hero in the war? And i said to him no I'm not a hero, but I have served in a company full of them.

Back on the block they probably call Big Al "Fat Albert" but here in the Nam we don't insult our friends.

If all our comrades of Europe, America and other countries, who do not understand what we are doing to Spanish Anarchism, would come to Spain, we could then see how they would react.

Their skins were different colors but they all belonged to the same ethnic group: Military.