George Crook Quotes

You're never more alive than in battle." "Never more dead after," I say.

For the most part, everybody who fights in war fights to survive.

Suddenly, at about ten o'clock, a dull thud sounded somewhere far away from us, and simultaneously we saw a small white round cloud about half a mile ahead of us where the shrapnel had exploded. The battle had begun.

I should have died in ambushes a hundred times.

You back a big cat into a corner and somebody is going to get bloody.

The last time I saw you Gooks was when you were shooting at me.

You may not like to go to war, but war will come to you.

When I'm fighting it's just search and destroy.

I've been fighting in people's backyards my whole life.

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

War is the science of destruction.

It's an odd feeling, knowing someone is trying to kill you. On the front line, you learn quickly that if you're in the path of a bullet, you will get hit.

Here, in Cork district, you have in combination all the dangers which war can inflict.

Seen through the eyes of a U.S. soldier, Afghanistan is a scary place.

You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

War is the trade of Kings.

From warriors ravens grew red And with their leader a host attacked.

If you're going to write about war, the ugly side is inevitable. Suffering and death are obviously part of war.

People don't seem to understand that it's a damn war out there.

Suddenly a single shot on the extreme left rang out on the clear morning air, followed quickly by several others, and the whole line pushed rapidly forward through the brush.

History has been the history of warfare.

They were involved in a firefight and felt they were surrounded. Whether they escaped from that and were fleeing and went in the wrong direction, we don't know.

The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on.

War is about dead people.

When we got down from the ambulances there were sharp cracks about us as bursts of shrapnel splashed down upon the Town Hall square. Dead soldiers lay outside and I glanced at them coldly. We were in search of the living.