Victory is a thing of the will.

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

It is time we accept there’s no Cronkite moment for Afghanistan. Perhaps it’s time we value the hearts and minds of our own over distant Afghan tribes.

That’s a nice song,’ said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. It’s an old soldiers’ song,’ he said. Really, sarge? But it’s about angels.’ Yes, thought Vimes,...

In the murk ahead of them a pair of blazing torches indicated the entrance to the forum, with a pair of sentries standing guard in front of the high archway. Before the tribune had any...

I missed the war and the freedom that came with it. When you are that close to death, you feel free. Every breath you take could be your last. So you inhale and savor each...

So we can all hold up like good soldiers and harden ourselves in prison. But if you do that for too long, you lose yourself.

Many veterans feel guilty because they lived while others died. Some feel ashamed because they didn’t bring all their men home and wonder what they could have done differently to save them. When they get...

The camp was stormed about 4 a.m. (0400 GMT) this morning. They were repelled by Bangladeshi soldiers … I know there are four from among the attackers (who were killed).

Fear the soldier who stammers, for he is very fast at pulling the triger.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

I’m not a bad person.

Wars damage the civilian society as much as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.

I am not advocating a pull-out but if British soldiers are putting their lives on the line for a cause which is not supported by the Iraqi people then we have to ask the question,...

All around them were the bodies of dead Chinese soldiers. They lined the verges of the roads and floated in the canals, jammed together around the pillars of the bridges. In the trenches between the...

The man who did the shouting at the P.S.U.C. post down on our right was an artist at the job. Sometimes, instead of shouting revolutionary slogans he simply told the Facists how much better we...

Gun up,’ he whispered to Skosh. The word went back to invisible kids lying on the jungle floor. ‘Set it in here,’ Mellas whispered to Conman. ‘Put Vancouver with his machine gun one-eighty from it.”He...

Who’s on board? Hey, who wants to come get blown up? Woohoo! Yeah, dude, I am ready to go fucking die! We are all going to fucking die!

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

It was radicals like you and your father that hijacked your faith, hijacked a few planes, and made thousands of children orphans in a single day. You pretend my country beats you because you are...

The friendship between officers is tarnished by the need for one or another to be promoted. The kindness of a captain is predicated on the obedience and efficiency of his underlings.

America without her Soldiers would be like God without His angels.

He is a true casualty of battle. There’s not a physical scar, but look at the man’s heart, and his head, and there are scars galore.

We came to realise – first with astonishment, then bitterness, and finally with indifference – that intellect apparently wasn’t the most important thing…not ideas, but the system; not freedom, but drill. We had joined up...

Corbulo: a name to conjure with, a name to follow into battle, wherever he led; a name to have a man marching to the gates of Rome, crying Imperator! until the crowds and the idiot...

Gratitude…here at home our faith dwindlespolitical division causes tensions to kindle -we should never forgetwho stands at the door -who shields us with armorand shall forever more…

As Lynn writes: “What angers me is the loss of control. At any moment someone could come to me, be dressed the right way and use the right code, and I no longer have free...

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

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

Those are the same vests our soldiers are being issued.

The Petriana’s tribune dismounted a dozen paces short of the gate and stalked up to the palisade wall with a grim smile, squinting up at Scaurus and his officers and then glancing back at the...

Peace surfaced here. Hard to imagine a person finding peace through war, but no one finds peace in war—peace finds you. It crawls into your sleeping bag and helps you fall asleep, nudges your arm,...

They were mostly French, a few Arabs, and despite their uniforms they didn’t look very important any more. Later I learned that if you watch men die, especially if you’ve known them at all, they...

I have watched them all day and they are the same men that we are. I believe that I could walk up to the mill and knock on the door and I would be welcome...

The camp was stormed about 4am this morning. They were repelled by Bangladeshi soldiers … I know there are four from among the attackers (who were killed).

The more primitive weapons teach what soldiers are supposed to do with the modern weapon.

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

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.

Never let your memories be greater than your dreams.

You are always sending us to our deaths. We’re soldiers, it is what we do.

I will soldier on.

We are here to let the Jewish state and its brave, beleaguered citizens and its valiant soldiers know that they are not alone.

Mellas was transported outside himself, beyond himself. It was as if his mind watched eveything coolly while his body raced wildly with passion and fear. He was frightened beyond any fear he had ever known....

Finally, I wish to remember the millions of Allied servicemen and prisoners of war who lived the story of the Second World War. Many of these men never came home; many others returned bearing emotional...

If you think your scars bother me, you’re wrong. In my eyes, you’re a hero. Your scars are just proof of that.

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

My dad once told me that his biggest challenge after returning from Vietnam had been coming to terms with his own callousness. He’d made a deal with the war and traded his humanity for a...

I see you have returned, my love; and your mood is as dark as ever. Did your soldiers not adore you to your complete satisfaction?

An army is a miniature of the society which produces it.