In times of war or peace the US will gladly pay a man to fail should his heart be in it, a small shimmering proof of the American dream.
Jonathan CulverTags: war united-states usa army failure american-dream soldiers
[Iain, addressing the Rangers at the end of the French
Pamela ClareTags: war soldiers historical-romance
If you think your scars bother me, you're wrong. In my eyes, you're a hero. Your scars are just proof of that.
Pamela ClareTags: hero soldiers romantic-suspense
Dear Beloved woman,
Time… so much time has passed since my love wrote his last words for me.
And yet I remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember writing back and for the first time since I had left home I told my love what kind of darkness surrounded me here. I forgot all the sweet things my father had said to my mother when he was away. I forgot how they got her through all those long and lonely nights.
Tags: war letters comfort soldiers dear-john
I was a soldier. It is like a dream. When even the bones is gone in the desert the dreams is talk to you, you don't wake up forever.
Cormac McCarthyI 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 it and weep; better yet, get mad."
Col. David H. Hackworth (U.S. Army, ret.)
Tags: soldiers coverup anthrax government-lies
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 is no mob like a group of well-drilled soldiers when they have thrown off their discipline. And there is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him. There is no hater like one who has greatly loved.
John SteinbeckTags: love soldiers discipline mob disintegration coordination hater
Old soldiers never die, they write novels.
James JonesIt’s like a man in the trenches
again: he doesn’t know any more why he should go on living, because
if he escapes now he’ll only be caught later, but he goes on just
the same, and even though he has the soul of a cockroach and has
admitted as much to himself, give him a gun or a knife or even just
his bare nails, and he’ll go on slaughtering and slaughtering, he’d
slaughter a million men rather than stop and ask himself why.
Tags: soldiers slaughter trenches existential-questions
Richard rubbed his temples. He had a headache from lack of sleep. "Don't you understand? This isn't about conquering lands and taking things from others; this is about fighting oppression."
The general rested a boot on the gilded rung of a chair and hooked a thumb behind his wide belt. "I don't see much difference. From my experience, the Master Rahl always thinks he knows best, and always wants to rule the world. You are your father's son. War is war. Reasons make no difference to us; we fight because we are told to, same as those on the other side. Reasons mean little to a man swinging his sword, trying to keep his head.
Tags: war victory soldiers leaders
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