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 learn to live.

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.

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

History is reticent about women who were common soldiers, who bore arms, belonged to regiments, and took part in battles on the same terms as men, though hardly a war has been waged without women soldiers in the ranks.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

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

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.

A soldier is a killer painted hero.

Every citizen should be a soldier. This was the case with the Greeks and Romans, and must be that of every free state.

Damn the wars but bless the soldier.

Water shapes its course according to the nature of the ground over which it flows; the soldier works out his victory in relation to the foe whom he is facing.

I think it’s absolutely fascinating that in Berlin the parliament can discuss actively the role of their soldiers in Afghanistan because is it still possible, literally, for a German soldier to take up arms.

A murderer is a killer without a uniform.

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.

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

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...

Every lover is a soldier.

I always played a soldier, sailor, or policemen.

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.

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

We made love like a flag draped over the coffin of a soldier. But that soldier, he fought for that flag’s enemy—he fought for the innocent people living under the shadow of that flag.

Exactly. Well, except for the fact that at the time we didn’t know if we ever could deliberately send something or someone, but we were already sure it was a one-way trip.

Handing me a pen is like handy a madman a knife…at the end of it you know you’ll end up with a lot of broken bones, blood, and bodies – but it’ll be one hell of a story to tell your friends.

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.

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

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.

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.

Drive. He’s already dead.

I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

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

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

I’m not a bad person.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.

It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.

Don’t let people supervise your life, If you know who you are, you shouldn’t be living in that prison of dominance, live by your orders, you are your own soldier.

A soldier is not always just a soldier.

War always reaches the depths of horror because of idiots who perpetuate terror from generation to generation under the pretext of vengeance.

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...