I have gone to war and now I can issue my complaint. I can sit on my porch and complain all day. And you must listen. Some of you will say to me: You signed...

Everyone acted like they knew so much about the war. But none of them really knew anything besides what they had learned through Internet searches or shady half-truths political pundits spouted from the comfort of...

Love our veterans!” And when he neglects church, take him cookies anyway. Sing him a song. Pet his cat.

Only victors have stories to tell,we the vanquished were then thought ofas cowards and weaklings whose memoriesand fears should not be remembered.

No man is a man until he has been a soldier.

I sent boxes to him (Fitzwater) and asked him to distribute boxes as he saw fit. Soldiers would send a thank you note and often add another name.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

An army of principles can penetrate where an army of soldiers cannot.

Loving a warrior is hard. Dying in the line of duty is an honor to them. They would rather take that road than to dishonor their sacred oath

The boys on the front had magazines with pinups, and they talked about how one day they would score women like that, but they’re kids. They don’t know what love is. Here they learn what...

The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

For they were unseasoned, nor inured, not knowing this to be much less than the beginning of sorrow.

Horgias nodded, his lips drawn back in a smile that was a wolf’s snarl. ‘They want us all flogged. Why us?’‘Lupus,’ Syrion said. ‘The other centurions hate him, even among the Fourth. He’s too distant....

Human pigeons there the dancersGunfighters: metal-romancersThis war needs no necromancerIron shells its spell-commencerJournalists, writers: freelancerDonate words as ‘peace enhancer’Where’s the question when war’s the answer?Mortality now life’s financer!From the poem- “For Them” By Munia Khan

Because here’s the thing―we don’t give a shit about fairness here. We’re soldiers. Soldiers do not give the other guy a sporting chance. Soldiers shoot in the back, lay traps and ambushes, lie to the...

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

The army consists of the first infantry division and eight million replacements.

I wanted to leave the whole war behind me, and yet I was seeing something on that battlefield that demanded commemoration. It was unholy ground, but I wanted to thank God for showing it to...

For all practical purposes, soldiers in the field have the status of slaves, the prisoners of their grand illusions, their training, and their army.

Yeah, I know they do, Evan.

Yea ! by your works are ye justified–toil unrelieved ;Manifold labours, co-ordinate each to the sending achieved ;Discipline, not of the feet but the soul, unremitting, unfeigned ;Tortures unholy by flame and by maiming, known,...

War is the greatest evil Satan has invented to corrupt our hearts and souls. We should honor our soldiers, but we should never honor war.

Christians, like slaves and soldiers, ask no questions.

I used to love to hear stories of that man’s exploits! One of my heroes, when I was young. Riding round the enemy, harassing his lines of communication, falling on the baggage train and whatnot.”The...

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.

Charlotte was used to all the marks of war: the shabbiness of things, bad food, shop queues, posters about the war effort, people with worried faces, people dressed in black. She was used to seeing...

During the few months Troy had been back home, he’d told his friends about us, and so we quickly eased into the conversation as though we’d all known each other for many years. They embarrassed...

Just like all people – just want to get on with their lives, and have families, and have a bit of fun and have a decent life. They are not interested in war – no...

Think of the prince, protector of the palace. Right now he prays for you to live.

Live for something rather than die for nothing.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

Sometimes you get a response, but a lot of the soldiers don’t respond. I just think they are probably kind of busy.

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

There has been no confrontation so far between our units and Nigerian soldiers.

In battle, in a war, a soldier sees only a tiny fragment of what is available to be seen. The soldier is not a photographic machine. He is not a camera. He registers, so to...

Forget bringing the troops home from Iraq. We need to get the troops home from World War II. Can anybody tell me why, in 2009, we still have more than sixty thousand troops in Germany...

When the wounded were screaming, you dreamed of sharing a little house somewhere, of an ordinary life, of a family line, connection. All around him, men were walking silently with their thoughts, reforming their lives,...

I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

But, new soldier that I was, I understood at last what Cadus had been trying to tell me all along: that life and love and rank were not enough. To be whole in myself, I...

My mother used to say that rain here pours like a blessing, like a thick veil that parts to reveal the bride’s face. But nearly every day, when this rain parted, it revealed a long...

Strength lies not in defence but in attack.

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

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...

Reasons are the spoils of victory. When you’ve destroyed the enemy, then your leaders write down the reasons in books, and give moving speeches about them. If you’ve done your job, then there aren’t any...

As long as there are soldiers that need it, we plan to continue.

Are you okay, man?””Yeah, I’m good.”It’s a lie. I wonder if I will ever be good again.

There are two types of memory frequently experienced by individuals who have had overwhelming trauma that has been suppressed psychologically or chemically. The first is general memory, experienced as an adult, in which there is...

All right, he thought, okay; if thats the way it is; a savagery of anger in him now at the picture. They call them “pin-up girls” and think its cute how “our boys,” now that...

Unfortunately for Mr. McClellan, the evidence that Mr. Bush’s chat with the soldiers was rehearsed and rehearsed within an inch of its life was all on tape.