Richard Harding Davis Quotes

On my left the shooting had the sharp explosion of the infantry artillery, on my right could be heard the sporadic cannon shots thundering from the front, and up above the sky was clear and the sun bright.

I've never been embedded with American soldiers or British soldiers or Iraqi soldiers or any other.

The generals were fighting machine guns with the breasts of gallant men.

The war tried to kill us in the spring. As grass greened the plains of Nineveh and the weather warmed, we patrolled the low-slung hills beyond the cities and towns. We moved over them and through the tall grass on faith, kneading paths into the windswept growth like pioneers. While we slept, the war rubbed its thousand ribs against the ground in prayer.

We heard the army before we saw it. The noise was like a cannon barrage combined with a football stadium crowd- like every Patriots fan in New England was charging us with bazookas.

Oh, go in anywhere Colonel, go in anywhere. You'll find lovely fighting all along the line.

In war the heroes always outnumber the soldiers ten to one.

If it were not for the war, this war would suit me down to the ground.

As the knight of the quill never ventured into the fight, and only snuffed the battle afar, he knew nothing accurately of battles, but managed to pick up a few real or supposed incidents from the wounded and from stragglers.

From each one of them rose separate columns of smoke, meeting in a pall overhead, and through the smoke came stabbing flashes of fire as German shells burst with thudding shocks of sound. This was the front line of battle.

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

Sometimes I sit down to dinner with people and I realize there is a massive military machine surrounding us, trying to kill the people I'm having dinner with.

The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.

I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

'The Red' delivers intense action, leavened by a genuinely sympathetic portrait of soldiers caught up in battles they never chose.

Nowhere are our calculations more frequently upset than in war.

From Syria even to Rome I fight with wild beasts, by land and sea, by night and by day, being bound amidst ten leopards, even a company of soldiers, who only grow worse when they are kindly treated.

I don't write about adolescence. I write about war. For adolescents.

Sending our young men and women into battle is perhaps the most serious course of action a Nation can undertake.

The history of a soldier's wound beguiles the pain of it.

I have picked up this vibe that...you’re going to have this massive strike with massed weapons, and basically that’s going to be it, and we just clean up the battlefield after that.

Generals make plans. Plans go wrong. And soldiers die.

We are conditioned to regard warfare as something exciting and even glamorous.

Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men.

When Nature gives a young man no other utilizable faculty, she must be understood as intending him for a soldier.