So, as you go into battle, remember your ancestors and remember your descendants.
Soldiers Quotes
General John A. Crane, to whose Brigade Private Bennet belongs, stated to me afterwards that the man was Absent Without Leave and that he had gone to the rear by falsely representing his condition to the Battery Surgeon. It is rather a commentary on justice when an Army commander has to soft soap a skulker […]
Gaius Caesar was passing along the Via Latina, when a man stepped out from the ranks of the prisoners, his grey beard hanging down even to his breast, and begged to be put to death. “What!” said Caesar,” are you alive now?”
Forward the Light Brigade! Was there a man dismay’d? Not tho’ the soldier knew Someone had blunder’d: Their’s not to make reply, Their’s not to reason why, Their’s but to do and die; Into the valley of death, Rode the six hundred, Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front […]
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
“Ah!” said he, “I should think they never saw it. No doubt it is very fine when there is no enemy, when it is just exercise and parade, and sham fight. Yes, it is very fine then; but when thousands of good, brave men and horses are killed or crippled for life, it has a […]
Home they brought her warrior dead. She nor swoon’d nor utter’d cry: All her maidens, watching, said, “She must weep or she will die.”
Many soldiers are led to faulty ideas of war by knowing too much about too little.
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. (As You Like It)
O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
