#soldier

The De Bernieres were very military. I broke the military tradition but I was terribly proud of my father being a soldier. ↗

— Louis de Bernieres

#broke #father #i #military #proud

A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon. ↗

— Napoleon Bonaparte

#bit #colored #fight #hard #long

The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them. ↗

— Georg Brandes

#enough #imbued #impossible #interest #new

For security you need more soldiers, you need more policemen, you need more vehicles, you need more planes, you need more guns, you need more communications. ↗

— Alvaro Uribe

#guns #more #need #planes #policemen

What happened next? I retain nothing from those terrible minutes except indistinct memories which flash into my mind with sudden brutality, like apparitions, among bursts and scenes and visions that are scarcely imaginable. It is difficult even to even to try to remember moments during which nothing is considered, foreseen, or understood, when there is nothing under a steel helmet but an astonishingly empty head and a pair of eyes which translate nothing more than would the eyes of an animal facing mortal danger. There is nothing but the rhythm of explosions, more or less distant, more or less violent, and the cries of madmen, to be classified later, according to the outcome of the battle, as the cries of heroes or of murderers. And there are the cries of the wounded, of the agonizingly dying, shrieking as they stare at a part of their body reduced to pulp, the cries of men touched by the shock of battle before everybody else, who run in any and every direction, howling like banshees. There are the tragic, unbelievable visions, which carry from one moment of nausea to another: guts splattered across the rubble and sprayed from one dying man to another; tightly riveted machines ripped like the belly of a cow which has just been sliced open, flaming and groaning; trees broken into tiny fragments; gaping windows pouring out torrents of billowing dust, dispersing into oblivion all that remains of a comfortable parlor... ↗

— Guy Sajer

#soldier #war #world-war-ii #imagination

When your country is in a costly war, with our soldiers sacrificing abroad and our nation facing a debt crisis at home, being asked to pay your fair share isn't class warfare - it's patriotism. ↗

— Cory Booker

#asked #being #class #class warfare #costly

It is made the duty of every Commanding Officer in the Department, to arrest and send to these Headquarters, under guard, every officer or soldier who may be found absent from his command, without the regular leave in writing, prescribed by Regulations and General Orders. ↗

— John H. Morgan

#arrest #command #commanding #department #duty

In my early years, my father was away as a soldier in the war. When he came back, work was very difficult to come by. Even though he was a highly skilled man, a maker of furniture, the payment for that work was very poor. ↗

— Trevor Nunn

#back #came #come #difficult #early

But to the fighting soldier that phase of the war is behind. It was left behind after his first battle. His blood is up. He is fighting for his life, and killing now for him is as much a profession as writing is for me. ↗

— Ernie Pyle

#battle #behind #blood #fighting #first

The front-line soldier wants it to be got over by the physical process of his destroying enough Germans to end it. He is truly at war. The rest of us, no matter how hard we work, are not. ↗

— Ernie Pyle

#end #enough #germans #got #hard