No cause that was ever worthy was without its turmoil, its trials, its hopelessness. We are not defeated yet.
We got a duty . . . we all got the same duty, all of us, Major. Armistead
No matter how many times you give the orders, you don’t show them that you know damn well what’s going to happen next. Doesn’t matter if these boys are illiterate mudkickers or college boys. They’ll s...
Vegetables were almost nonexistent, and what passed for meat was either rancid or pure fat. The men were surviving on crackers and moldy flour. Lee was beginning to understand what this meant to the f...
We had a tough fight here, but dammit, we’re getting the job done. The First and the Twenty-ninth took heavy casualties all day yesterday, and they’re still taking them now.
The best way to defend is to attack and the best way to attack is to attack. At Chancellorsville, Lee was asked why he attacked when he was outnumbered three to one. He said he was too weak to defend....
Sorry, ma’am, but we need a big damn army right now, and there’s no better way to make one than to gather up a bunch of boys and tell them how much fun they’re going to have killing their enemy.
Go home, Sean. Go plant some flowers and mow your grass. And maybe hatch a couple more kids.You sound like Colleen. That's what she wants.It's what we all want. Some of us just don't know it yet.
Giraud has changed his mind.
Every Marine was trained in handling a rifle, no matter what noncombat job he might assume down the road. Right now, at Hagaru-ri, every Marine was now a rifleman.
World will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from th...
Know
As the months passed, even the strident voices from the newspapers had begun to moderate, and the passion to put Preston’s neck in a noose had become subdued. It was a relief to Adams that with the tr...
As long as there are armies, there will be a war. I don’t care about symbols.
Instructions like he’s never been on a field of
Around him the chorus had begun, great swarms of creatures that he guessed to be insects, frogs maybe, everything else in this infernal country that had a voice. Why night? he thought. They don’t say...
It out of his throat, wiped at the grime
And so, pointing fingers become pointing guns, because nobody listens to fingers.
Anything that might be
Knows where he is now. Not here, that’s for sure. Hope the Krauts didn’t grab him. Buford…Dammit!
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