Every solider believes in war till the time he actually fights it.
It is not the dead rather the ones who lives through war have seen the dreadful end of the war, you might have been victorious, unwounded but deep within you, you carry the mark of the war, you carry the memories of war, the time you have spend with your comrades, the times when you...
I can work hard and be disciplined like a soldier, but I could never reach their level of fitness.
Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.
I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.
The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.
Some part of him had hoped that a woman might one day see beyond his scars to the man he was inside. But Megan was doing more than just ignoring his ugliness. She was _accepting_ it with a woman’s gentleness, her touch soothing memories of savage pain, grief, loneliness.
War can condition a person to be resilient, tolerant, dependable, strong, and capable of so much more than one who had experienced nothing of it; it can bring out the very best in us, but also the very worst. Where is it, I ask, the proper conduit through which a soldier should be raised from...
Even in times of trauma, we try to maintain a sense of normality until we no longer can. That, my friends, is called surviving. Not healing. We never become whole again … we are survivors. If you are here today… you are a survivor. But those of us who have made it thru hell and...
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 Belgorod, terror had overturned all my preconceptions, and the pace of life had been so intense one no longer knew...
The problems I had existed before I did, and I discovered them.
When people know you’ve been a soldier, they judge you: you are a thief, a lost boy.
Soldier’s fashion accessory is his weapon just like a jewelry for women.
We choose and make our heroes from what we have read, heard and believed in.
I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.
I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.
I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.
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 to death.We know too much, maybe. There are some of us who don’t live in themoment, who live a little...