No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.

I despised myself for my weakness. I may have dreamed all my youth of life as a horse-trader like my father; I may have railed against my conscription and loathed the legions on principle, but...

For no matter how many battles had been won or lost, no matter how many friends and soldiers killed, every battle felt like the first. And I realized that it wasn’t the training, nor the...

He who is ready to die for his country is a fool. For he didn’t choose where he was born; and where he was born didn’t choose him.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

What our soldiers saw as a result of being on the scene was a car coming forward at a high rate of speed, … That particular car looked like cars that we have seen in...

Are you pair mad? You pitch up as if you own the place, and then you offer to relieve me of two centuries’ worth ofequipment?’ He glared across the wooden expanse at Marcus and Qadir....

Who supports the troops? The troops support the troops.

First gain the victory and then make the best use of it you can.

A day came when I should have died,and after than nothing seemed very important, so I stayed as I am, without regret separated from the normal human condition.

We’re going balls to the walls, guys. Our sneak and peak just turned inti a hostage rescue.

We piled aboard the small chopper and after a bit of map pointing to the pilot we lifted off. “I love the RAF,” said Jed.”I love them too, sir,” said I. After a short flight...

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

The soldiers in my life had raised the bar for bad guys.

It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up.

There has seldom if ever a shortage of eager young males prepared to kill and die to preserve the security, comfort and prejudices of their elders, and what you call heroism is just an expression...

I give them to all the soldiers and tell them to shoot these bullets and come save me. And they come save me.

So we left the spear in the wagon and I dressed and still was not sick and together we walked to the head of the century. Tears had been ready to lead them. Macer was...

You may hate the war, but never hate the ones that fight. For they do not choose when or where to fight. All they chose was to protect who they love and even the people...

Soldiers can sometimes make decisions that are smarter than the orders they’ve been given.

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.

There’s a lot more soldiers that are married than single.

There was something terrible, but also something sad and melancholy in this long cry uttered by the Russian infantry as they staged an attack. As it crossed the cold water, it lost its fervour. Instead...

REVEILLE, n. A signal to sleeping soldiers to dream of battlefields no more, but get up and have their blue noses counted. In the American army it is ingeniously called “rev-e-lee,” and to that pronunciation...

I will always hate war, but will be forever proud of mine.

To hear them laugh was to hear that everything was all right, but to see them laugh was to see otherwise

It’s like a man in the trenchesagain: he doesn’t know any more why he should go on living, becauseif he escapes now he’ll only be caught later, but he goes on justthe same, and even...

They knew of the Vth, my legion, of their skill in battle, of how they had won Antium for Octavian, and then fought against Parthia for Tiberius; they were glad the Vth was not yet...

What kind of person would I be if I didn’t fight for them, those who God deemed most precious?

If human beings weren’t ‘dumbable’ enough to be made soldiers, war would be nothing but an exchange of swear words between a handful of individuals.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

I took the thin magazine from the pouch in front of me and began to thumb through it. I felt self-conscious, as if I shouldn’t be there. My mind began to wander, as I knew...

I remember seeing [the treatment of captured Iraqi soldiers] and thinking that it was cruel to the bone. It is degrading to say the least.

I guess I was always looking for something. What it was, I didn’t know. I wanted help from the VA, but didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to be subjected to that second-rate treatment...

I thought we stopped using grunts as guinea pigs decades ago. Even the Nazis didn’t run medical experiments on their own troops in combat. This book explodes like a grenade in the Pentagon’s privy. Red...

At the crash of economic collapse of which the rumblings can already be heard, the sleeping soldiers of the proletariat will awake as at the fanfare of the Last Judgment and the corpses of the...

The sergeants are shunted forward and they blink and stare up at Gonzo as he leans on the edge of his giant mixing bowl. MacArthur never addressed his troops from a mixing bowl–not even one...

One soldier picked up a dead Argentine, supported the corpse’s weight underneath his arm, put a cigarette in the dead man’s mouth, then one in his own. He then held a lighter under the corpse’s...

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

Cadets can neither be treated as schoolboys or soldiers.

No one has proved to me that my husband isn’t still alive somewhere in Southeast Asia. So, as far as I’m concerned, if even one man is alive, we own him more than this –...

Thomas More syas that the imperial troops, for their enjoyment, are roasting live babies on spits. Oh, he would! says Thomas Cromwell. Listen, soldiers don’t do that. They’re too busy carrying away everything they can...

Bless God, he went as soldiers,His musket on his breast—Grant God, he charge the bravestOf all the martial blest!Please God, might I behold himIn epauletted white—I should not fear the foe then—I should not fear...

He bared thick teeth. ‘I am Zacchariah. My price will be right. You show me now?’In that moment, ten generations of horse-traders counted for more than half a lifetime in the legions. I was my...

Among men, it seems, historically at any rate, the processes of coordination and disintegration follow each other with great regularity, and the index of the coordination is the measure of the disintegration which follows. There...

Scholars don’t have blood flowing in their veins,” said Hamlet. “When they’re wounded, they bleed logic, and when all of it is gone, their brains die, and they become … soldiers.

Drive. He’s already dead.

Trench dirt didn’t always wash out, I am sure.