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?
Wayne Gerard TrotmanMots clés scifi science-fiction military leadership sci-fi adoration soldiers narcissism mood commander
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 chance to explain their presence to the surprised soldiers a legion centurion walked out of the courtyard beyond them, stopping with a start of surprise when he saw the newcomers. Staring with narrowed eyes at the three centurions’ unfamiliar armour and crested helmets, he was further taken aback when he realised who it was they were escorting. Scaurus allowed the silence to play out for a few seconds, watching the calculation in the legion officer’s face before speaking in an acerbic tone designed to communicate his status. ‘Yes, Centurion, this is a senior officer’s uniform, and yes, Centurion, you’re supposed to have your hand in the air some time about now.’
The other man saluted quickly, his face reddening with embarrassment, while the sentries worked hard but not entirely successfully at keeping the smirks off their faces.
‘I’m sorry, Prefect, it’s just that we weren’t expecting to receive any reinforcement.’
Marcus looked at Julius, wondering if his colleague was going to correct the legion man’s mistaken identification, but his questioning gaze was answered only by a slight shake of the big man’s head. Scaurus nodded to the centurion, looking over his shoulder at the dimly visible administrative building on the other side of the forum’s open courtyard.
‘That’s perfectly understandable, Centurion, because we’re not reinforcements. If you’ll show me to your tribune . . .?
Mots clés humour soldiers officers legionaries
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.
Tiffany MadisonMots clés war soldiers osama-bin-laden nation-building war-in-afghanistan-2001 tribalism walter-cronkite war-in-afghanistan
An army is a miniature of the society which produces it.
C.L.R. JamesMots clés society army military soldiers
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 of valour or gallantry, you could hear the sadness of a soul parting with everything that it loved, calling on its nearest and dearest to wake up, to lift their head from their pillows and hear for the last time the voice of a father, a husband, a son or a brother...
Vasily GrossmanMots clés war russia soldiers ussr ww2
Wars damage the civilian society as much as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.
Paul FussellMots clés war soldiers war-crimes ptsd psychological-damage
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 turn into ready money.
Hilary MantelMots clés soldiers
poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you
Walt WhitmanMots clés life friendship compassion war death bravery civil-war sacrifice save hero soldiers comradeship soldier medical loyal comrade
This revolutionary idea of Western citizenship—replete with ever more rights and responsibilities—would provide superb manpower for growing legions and a legal framework that would guarantee that the men who fought felt that they themselves in a formal and contractual sense had ratified the conditions of their own battle service. The ancient Western world would soon come to define itself by culture rather than by race, skin color, or language. That idea alone would eventually bring enormous advantages to its armies on the battlefield. (p. 122)
Victor Davis HansonMots clés politics war civilization warfare government consent rome citizenship soldiers western-culture contract-for-service voluteer-army
Human pigeons there the dancers
Gunfighters: metal-romancers
This war needs no necromancer
Iron shells its spell-commencer
Journalists, writers: freelancer
Donate 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
Mots clés peace war soldiers terrorists
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