Nostradamus Quotes

Men, today we die a little.

You shall hear a good account of me or of my death.

You don't send a man to his death because you want a hero.

When you're in the battlefield, survival is all there is. Death is the only great emotion.

The soldiers that didn't come back were the heroes. It's a roll of the dice. If a bullet has your name on it, you're a hero. If you hear a bullet go by, you're a survivor.

The same characters that keep reappearing, bigger than life, find their own integrity in doing what they do the way they do it, even if it causes their own deaths.

There are only two ways to come back from the battlefield: With the head of an enemy or without your own.

Send me six hundred men who know how to die

If I died on the battlefield, then that was the way it was supposed to be.

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.

I am not a hero but the brave men who died deserved this honor.

When you go to war, it's important for everybody to know that they're going to come home in one way or other.

Part of the American dream is to live long and die young. Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live.

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

The real heroes were my good buddies who died during the battles.

The courage of a soldier is found to be the cheapest and most common quality of human nature.

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.

The brave men die in war. It takes great luck or judgment not to be killed. Once, at least, the head has to bow and the knee has to bend to danger. The soldiers who march back under the triumphal arches are death's deserters.

Where do you find the strength to brave a barrage of enemy fire and to bring your wounded friends to safety at great risk to your own life? Conviction.

It is rather for us here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion.

Surviving is the only glory in war.

A man must be willing to die for justice. Death is an inescapable reality and men die daily, but good deeds live forever.

When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.

Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?

Here's to the red of it, There's not a thread of it, No, not a shred of it, In all the spread of it, From foot to head, But heroes bled for it, Faced steel and lead for it, Precious blood shed for it, Bathing in red.