The heavy round face was looking at him, the hard look of a man who had also understood, who had seen all the stupidity, who knew, after all, that the gold stars were often mindless decoration, that t...
Giraud has changed his mind.
It out of his throat, wiped at the grime
No one knew how to end it. The war had settled into unbearable, unwinnable battles. It had reached a point where there were no more victories, only death.
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...
To occupy the
Göring
Anger is simply momentary madness, and sometimes there is strength in silence. After all, he is only throwing words, not stones.
Worn-out shoes. Few of the men had anything solid on their feet, and the curses toward the supply officers went mostly unheeded by the officers, who had worries of their own.
With one goal, seeking information of some movement of the enemy, whether anyone was shifting
This regiment was formed last fall, back in Maine. There were a thousand of us then. There’s not three hundred of us now. He glanced up briefly. But what is left is choice.He was embarrassed. He spoke...
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.
Newspapers are a great place for cowards and malcontents to have their say.
My God, John. The king has begun to shoot his subjects.
I’m not concerned about General Burnside right now. I’m much more concerned with how far Lee will let us go before he does something.
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.
Dammit, you’ve got a job to do! He tried to pull energy—confidence—from the faces of the others, even from men who had never done this before.
Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight … touch the mountains and they shall smoke … He had memorized that verse years before, Psalm 144, knew somehow,...
Knows where he is now. Not here, that’s for sure. Hope the Krauts didn’t grab him. Buford…Dammit!
Care about right now is how long this is