The problems I had existed before I did, and I discovered them.

I know a little of living and a little of dying. I know how to survive, i have mastered it as a soldier gains mastery of his weapons. Yet i prefer dying, for in dying...

I lay in my bed night after night staring at the ceiling and thinking, Why have I survived the war? Why was I the last person in my immediate family to be alive? I didn’t...

What happened next? I retain nothing from those terrible minutes except indistinct memories which flash into my mind with sudden brutality, like apparitions, among bursts and scenes and visions that are scarcely imaginable. It is...

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

When in doubt – make’em laugh.

honor” is a monument to the ashes of all those little pieces of themselves that they never got back.

Every soldier should learn survival on land, sea, and in the air.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

We were soldiers, but even before we were showed how to kill our enemies, they taught us how to kill ourselves.

In my early years, my father was away as a soldier in the war. When he came back, work was very difficult to come by. Even though he was a highly skilled man, a maker...

Sometimes when dogs greeted a returning soldier, they’d go over the edge. They would have to take a few moments to run crazily in circles around the human, or around a room or a yard....

But you can’t put fight into a man’s guts if hehasn’t any fight in him. There are some of us so cowardly that youcan’t ever make heroes of us, not even if you frighten us...

Everything starts and finishes with the soldier.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you

My squad was my family, my gun was my provider and protector, and my rule was to kill or be killed. The extent of my thoughts didn’t go much beyond that. We had been fighting...

I had often thought that if I managed to live through the war I wouldn’t expect too much of life. How could one resent disappointment in love if life itself was continuously in doubt? Since...

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

Sullivan had her Crucifix Soldier and now I have mine. No. I am the soldier. Teacup is the cross.

Foreshadowing: Was my challenging Allah to unleash the full weight of his fury upon us, with dark clouds looming in the distance.

Home? What is home? Home is where a house is that you come back to when the rainy season is about to begin, to wait until the next dry season comes around. Home is where...

…If one who slays one is a murderer then he who slays a thousand is not a hero,’ said Lalu.- Pg. #112, Across the Black Waters.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

War is life multiplied by some number that no one has ever heard of.

It might come a time to not follow your passion, so to speak, although it must be prioritized. It may be the case that your passion will serve as the medic, your peace of mind,...

I’m still a soldier, fighting with my pen and paper for peace till the day I cease.

Not much over £1,000 a month for the private soldier on operations is hardly an impressive figure.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

There were many, many times thereafter that Don regretted having enlisted – but so has every man who ever volunteered for military service.

One of the unsettling things about my journey, mentally, physically, and emotionally, was that I wasn’t sure when or where it was going to end. I didn’t know what I was going to do with...

But the future is uncertain, and he can’t get up enough enthusiasm even to masurbate.

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

Do the people in this country approve of this war?” […].”Approve? You don’t think we’d lie down and let the damned Thuvians walk all over us? Our status as a world power is at stake!””But...

I guess I could drive myself crazy trying to figure out why he left me but I can’t, all I can do is move on, Parisa replied, the words came out smoother and easier than...

Visit the Navy-Yard, and behold a marine, such a man as an American government can make, or such as it can make a man with its black arts, -a mere shadow and reminiscence of humanity,...

Your name?” George asked him directly. He had probably seen the man a dozen times before yet did not know anything about him. King Davit would have no doubt have known half the man’s history...

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

Maybe the ultimate wound is the one that makes you miss the war you got it in.

He was a soldier for peace.

When people know you’ve been a soldier, they judge you: you are a thief, a lost boy.

I know what I’m capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse. The invulnerable dead man forced a way for himself. The youth looked keenly at the ashen face. The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if...

I’m very interested in soldier recovery projects and in Bradley Manning’s story, the army intelligence officer who’s being held as a detainee and is going to trial for crimes of treason.

Mellas continued to look at the wallet, saying nothing. Hawke, who had been watching Mellas through the steam that rose from his pear-can coffee mug, handed Mellas the cup. Mellas gave a brief smile and...

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.